Dame D.O.L.L.A. - Bill Walton lyrics

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Dame D.O.L.L.A. - Bill Walton lyrics

[Verse] Hey waddup, it’s Dame D.O.L.L.A I just want to holla about the changes being famous The pain and all the dangers Emotion roller coasters being sought by all the strangers Gettin’ tight with all my family and texting with the gangsters see I’m like a product of poverty and a prodigy My private school coach said I couldn’t, what a hypocrisy Obviously, I’m built like no other, it ain’t no stoppin me Tunnel vision I’m blinding whoever busy jockin’ me I come from eating school lunch, then at the school bus That’s how we grew up at [?]’s bus My pops and schooled us That’s every day, a life replays Thermals for PJs, the bills was delayed I never behaved, my mama know She told me “Boy, get on that honor roll” I always have been held accountable I love my parents for the effort support Thoroughbred and I’ma force And built to stay the course Dolla: You gon’ respect it You gon’ respect it You gon’ respect it If you don’t I wish you blessings ‘Cause preaching real my profession You gon’ respect it You gon’ respect it You gon’ respect it I ain’t like these s**ers flexin’ I’m the answer to the questions You gon’ respect it You gon’ respect it You gon’ respect it Respect me I see they fail to recognize I’m different Really a misfit, a man with infants Unlimited loads of pigment My true colors, that’s all I know I show my true colors These dudes busters, I’m a smooth substance Heavily favored by the man I’m giving thanks, I raise my hand He ultimately made the plans For me to thrive and be alive I ain’t sink, he let me swim Remember when them lights was dim Now I’m shining, and I ain’t wearing diamonds I don’t follow no facades and I ain’t close to trendy Type to get a section in the club and keep it friendly Promoters approaching, pointing at chicks to send me ‘Cause it’s looking empty, reception don’t offend me All-Stars, I should have three by the name They say I cried about not makin’ it, it’s free to complain It’s deeper than fame, it’s principle My feelings hurt? Minimal Second team additional Twenty Ms, boy it’s fixable Boy it’s fixable They robbed me though, and it was criminal But aye, to the game I was chalking it I’m trying to bring a chip to Portland just like Walton did You gon’ respect it You gon’ respect it You gon’ respect it You gon’ respect me

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