Alladat lyrics

by

Dizzy Wright


[Produced By: Kato]

[Intro]
K-K-Kato on the track, b*tch

[Verse 1]
I prayed for my enemies, I told the lord to bless the both of us
Papa threw the deuces, but f*ck it, I never hold grudges
My worst fear is to die broke
Life in the jungle would rip the horns off a rhino
Music always been a part of us, mama was never hard on us
I was always worried when she had to ride the MARTA bus
Started drinking young, cause them Koreans never carded us
Young and black, but they didn't give a f*ck and it was obvious
Lifestyle of a dope boy is simply captivating
To n*ggas turning Master Splinter on the affidavit
I'm jewish with the bread, every dollar's calculated
These n*ggas sideways, this nine'll get them calibrated
I'm just a dreamer asking God to shine a little light
These n*ggas soft and they'll probably die in a pillow fight
I'm smoking hashish out of a silver pipe
I told that b*tch to run the jewels, word to Killer Mike
Promethazine and Sprite on ice, when I ain't feeling right
I ain't concerned about vices, b*tch, I'm just living life
These hoes gon' let us cut, just like a kitchen knife
I'm on that kryptonite, I break them when I flip the dice
I eat beats and then I spit the bone, a pistol's chrome
Catch me in the old school, bumping Vic Damone
Mister Benton home, n*ggas get to falling back
Cash rules everything and n*gga, I want alladat
[Hook]
f*ck the world, b*tch, I want alladat
Cash rules, n*gga, gimme alladat
I ain't playing, I want alladat
Kicking down your door, b*tch, gimme alladat
I want alladat, n*gga, gimme alladat
I want alladat, n*gga, gimme alladat
I want alladat, n*gga, gimme alladat
I want alladat, n*gga, gimme alladat

[Verse 2]
Name a n*gga in my city that can f*ck with me
Besides the OG's, y'all pus*y n*ggas is weak
Nightmare On Elm Street, put these n*ggas to sleep
Old frog ass n*gga, I dare you faggots to leap
Lame ass n*ggas can't walk in these pair of shoes
Jump out airplanes and shoot at coupes, while I parachute
High as a paratroop, old school like a pair of Troops
Rappers wear a suit, cause this bully gon' bury you
I'll disable y'all, n*ggas agitated like the cable off
Southern n*ggas spilling hot sauce on the tablecloth
Think the god's soft, then this K about to break them all
pus*y ass n*ggas getting jealous cause we taking off
Imma feast, got your b*tch cooking quiche
Hundred grand at my n*gga's grave, may he rest in peace
Kick game like a priest, I told you, I'm sucker free
Politic with rich Jews, while spilling wine on a fleece
Toast to tomorrow I'm sipping wine on a beach
I rhyme like a beast, the nine inside the Caprice
Garbage ass n*gga, your f*cking lines is weak
And you can lose life if you f*ck with mine, capiche?
I've been this way, show you how the switch blade, penetrate
I f*ck hoes, that look like Gabourey Sidibe
I stuff bricks in a pillow case and hit your face
These narcotics got me feeling, like I sit in space
Cash rules everything around me
Money over b*tches, told these lame ass hoes to get around me
Eastide killer, I came from DeKalb county
A-Town's royal, you motherf*ckers should crown me
[Hook]
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