Lyrics DBangz – Chakra Control
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Intro:
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my nigga
What are you talkin’ about?
We pushin’ buttons over here, you know what I’m saying
This madness, we goin’ crazy. (yeah, I hear you)
We goin’ crazy, we throwin’ keyboards, nigga
We throwin’ keyboards left and right
We don’t even know what’s going on, the keyboards goin’ crazy
Get the teleprompters here quick! (We need ’em)
JNorm:
Don’t tense up, when the wall hit the fence
Y’all pressed up, I ain’t messed up
Life ain’t ’bout the cause, but I think I want a Tesla
Mind over matter, with the money on the dresser
Round of applause, for the niggas that be stacking they cars
On boulevards, gravity, dragging them jaws into a pause
If you know that it’s a bitch, then you know that it’s a law
You could fumble, you could fall
It’s never your fault, but the failure just a part
From the part to the start, the rile rocky life is hard
Shuffle and I get the thot, bubble drawn
Bubble, tumble, fubble, bubble, interrupt when I was gone
Brushin’ off for air, be like losin’ a pawn
I like the pawned, uh, what kinda moods we be on
Light, speed, and beyond
Dbangz:
Look, it’s the same few niggas I’m casually splittin’ cash with
Passionless, indefinite, causes that make me passive
your homies are actually sparkin’ stash with
Told me the world is crazy, it’s easy to get your back slit
Better watch your 6, especially when it’s past 6
The musty flamin’ faggots is savage, hard as a ass grip
Takin’ all the loot the Camri, my family stack clips
My trigger finger happy, let’s grab it and see who’s fastest
Now who’s the greatest rapper on the plateau?
The new school cat, to the boom bap, Mr. Rap Slows
Tell the hatin’ ass nigga to make his ass to know
That Dbangz sign bitches asses after his rap shows
So tell all the faggots to pay attention
And Dbangz is cooler than parties bitches attendin’
I’m never in a drought, I just fall back on my pension
Couple homies locked inside, why do I feel like I’m fenced it?
SNoT:
Why do I feel like I’m fenced it?
I’m trapped up in the addiction
I can’t acknowledge the friction
I came to polish my mentions
I might demolish your mission
My trigger finger is itchin’
I’m shootin’ straight through your tension
I’m the one who rhymes is overbearing
I blasted the competition without missin’ just for staring
Y’all be swearin’ up and down that I’m the fancy clown
Who dipped around the lonely town and now that nigga can’t be found
Look, my one regret is I ain’t make enough threats
I had to come make all these checks so I could spend it on sweats
‘Cause you never know the need to dash or run
Often I pick up the pen and pad and I spaz for fun
Often I look at my mom and dad and think of what I’ve before
«Oh boy, you’ve came a long way but you still look like a bum»
I said, «The boy been bad, I used to beat on the drums»
And now a nigga takin’ over with the three weird scums
