DAMN

Conor Wallace

Damn Damn Damn
Damn baby girl won't you relax
Here's a little bit a wax
Sure it'll put you on yo' ass
Lil mama
Come here take a fucking nap
Got that gat strapped in the back
Pain comin' off you
Ain't no need for a heart attack
Rap
Got me fucked up in the head
Constant thoughts about that bread
Trigga finga' clickin' at the head
Bang
Two chains hanging from my danglang'
Young Wally killin' everybody in the fuckin' game
Three sixty-five days annual plus some
I've been workin' in the studio
Just hopin' to bust one
Workin day time jobs
Catchin' late night rhymes
I put this whole tape together
Just to show you whats mines
Because the fakest responds
Be checkin' people in lines
Just to sodomize the fact
That it's written inside
We bringin' fear to the blind
My homies children survived
If I could describe
The type of life I'd be livin'
If my raps made a killin'
And I made a couple million
Ever since the beginnin'
This is what I called a chillin' from the mitten
Illest bars I've ever spit in
Grew up without pot to piss in
Now I got a hundred writtens
Waitin' for yo' ears to listen

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