Well hello there
DCR wit da
Yeah
Fuck the money and the fame
And the bitches and lames
I just wanna show these kids it's ok to feel pain
Cause once upon a time, I was that lonely kid
All by himself with nobody in the crib
It's just me and my headphones
No hoes in my cellphone
I cant see the future, just my name on a headstone
I got a lot of things that I want the world to see
DCR's 3 letters, but it means the world to me
I spit, blunts lit
Tryna forget that I exist
All this, bullshit
Floats away once it's hits
Staring face to face with the man that I could be
I never am enough, I just wish that you could see
I don't carry heat, cause I'd prolly blow my brains
I ain't gotta job, but ima still get paid
Fuck this rat race, I ain't living in a cage
I ain't been to prison, but the feelings still the same
Lost so much of myself that I'm never getting back
Tryna keep my soul intact, so I put it in a rap
I-I-I just miss the days when I laid in your lap
D-D-DCR's the set I'm tryna put it on the map
Lost so much of myself that I'm never getting back
Tryna keep my soul intact, so I put it in a rap
I-I-I just miss the days when I laid in your lap
D-D-DCR's the set I'm tryna put it on the map