[Verse 1: D-Celli]
Cumming off the top, I fill her with words
Lyrical a**a**in, a k**er with words
Sharpening my sk**s ‘til I'm winning awards
So you can see me cutting b**hes like umbilical cords
Dope white rapper; I'm k**in' the elephant
Queen in a game of chess; I keep it moving with elegance
Strategy, standing still Tragic moves for the hell of it
Cause it ain't about rap, its bout the way that you selling it
(But)
[Hook: D-Celli]
Beats keep bumping; green leaf Dutches
Keep my piffy sitting pretty rolled up nice an comfy
Be that dude that come from nothing
Only hear me if I'm lucky
So I'm rapping like I'm stunting
Cause my attitude is f** It
(x2)
[Verse 2: D-Celli]
Dat dude Dylan sicka dealin' dime for dollars
Used to battle rap on porches
Now Porsches, Benz', Impalas
College dropout, see me drop into your college
My hustle ain't got a knocker
So its Blah-Kah if you knock it
Night of the living dead, I be that dude that can't be boxed in
Awkward, I box lefty, ain't that dude you wanna be boxin'
All about my profit, only clock in for deposits
Tried to flip the flop and lost it, now it's back up in my pocket
I told you I'm a hustla, I turn 2 into 10
I seen a criss pair of Jays, so I copped 2 in 10s
Every blunt that you smoke, I'm taking two to the face
I got J.s so Cole, you think they riding the bench
This is my Warm-Up, my Come-Up
Just the thoughts that I thunk up
They saying, f** us. Then they f** us
We can love but don't trust ‘em
k**ing roaches, leaving leaches got no room for these s**as
They tryna bust a rhyme like Busta Rhymez, but all I hear is bustas
This that real sh**, ill sh**, flippin' the k** switch
Dylan in the buildin', f** if you feel it
Got a bad b**h that I keep on the low
Got a stash box that I keep in the flo'
Got a pocket full of profit from the baggies that I sold
And an inbox full cause they know I'm bouta blow, so
Local to global; fans from these promos
Name ringing bells like Quasi Moto
[Hook: D-Celli x2]