D-Why - Return of King David lyrics

rate me

Look, look, ah.

I’m not a rapper, told y’all I’m not a rapper

I’m a Golden Globe nominated actor, this is just a chapter

Singing folk songs in my attic,

Save those for after

I eat the game for breakfast,

Right now I’m just snacking

What chick should I fuck next?

Tell me your favorite actress name!

It’ll be the walk of shame meets the Hollywood Walk of Fame

I’m James Dean meets Waka Flocka Flame,

You don’t unlock the game

Fuck her so hard that she may never walk the same

Only in competition with myself I’m suicidal

Do or die, the new American Idol holding a rifle

Baby Jesus on the dash, preacher man clutching a Bible

I don’t pray for success, I just pray I never stay idle

If I wanted to be these other rappers I’d probably be ‘em

If I wanted to see these others then I could see ‘em

I know they thinking, but D, you’re up like Europeans

They don’t be letting rappers up in the places we in

Man I’m just trying to win,

Tell me it’s now or then!

It’s whenever I feel,

Don’t let me relapse again

Don’t get me back in that Benz,

Don’t get me back to my sins!

Don’t get me crashing the party unless you attaching a…

If I had one goal, one dream before it all ends.

It’s to die happy and make this real life look like pretend

And it means that enemies always make for the best friends

So I’m cool with everybody, but I hate everybody, amen!

Money to the ceiling till the fan can’t even spin

They say, “D, your peers, what you think about them?”

“I’m in a league of my own, they better leave me alone!”

It’s sad it took another man to make y’all get in y’all zone, hey!

Check my resume,

I’ve been killing shit everyday

Rap, folk, rock, pop,

I’ve been killing it every way

Tours on tours,

Man, I’ve been killing in every state

Check the Cleanest Corner, we really killing it every day!

Really…, you feel me, I’m busy, don’t call me, I’m sorry!

I’ll hit you tomorrow or when I’m having a party

Cause only thing worst than not living the moment

Is celebrating and realizing you weren’t a part of it from the start

Shit, I’m half-hearted, half-tired of rapping and satire

Fuck bitches like … as I pass by her

Fuck your branding, fuck your standing,

Fuck your underhanded compliments

I’d rather have some real accomplishments than all that nonsense!

Hype, I don’t like it, I don’t try it, I don’t buy it

I work for mine and stay on autopilot, man I wait in line

Fuck a VIP, I’m not trying to be too good for anybody

I’m just regular old D, regular old me!

The same young man who used to stay in the streets

Writing graffiti, ducking, dodging police

Young boy Dave, also known as D-WHY-SE

This is a … of limitations mixed with freedom of speech

Still fighting my own fight, still independent, still trucking

When the dealers out to get you, you get pretty good at bluffing

Funny they think I’m something, really I’m still nothing

I guess I’m more than them,

But then again that don’t mean nothing

Man I shake hands with these bloggers,

Like "Man, D the dopest guy"

Then I send him my new shit, what’d I get? No reply

You ain’t get my email? Wrong address, no postage

Write my raps on sticky notes,

The only way I’m getting posted

Young, loved, hated and broke, but I’m not hopeless

This is me right now putting y’all on notice

Support quality or become irrelevant

That goes for anybody selling shit,

It’s just common sense

Never said I was a rapper and don’t wanna be

Some actors only do comedy or some only do drama, B

But some do it all like Brad Pitt, Will Smith

Johnny Depp, who I wanna be, real shit!

They say I’m too pretty for rap,

Too street for rock ‘n roll

Too country for pop,

Bitch, I’m on a roll out of control

You ain’t fucking with the kid,

But these kids fucking with me

Got a taste of victory, now bitch I’m hungry to eat

What you afraid of? What you made of?

Better get your weight up

Put on that make up,

Girl gonna get made up, we should stay up!

Life’s a kitchen, let’s bake up and get our cake up

Then go to sleep and wake up, it’s all easy as a layup

They treat me foul, I’m out here starving,… for a harvest

Back in the ring, return of the King, shout out to Martin

Ain’t trying to go the hardest,

I’m trying to go the smartest

And when you think I’m finished, motherfucker I’m just getting started!

Name your favorite artist, fill in the blank

Say their name out loud, go ahead, I’ll wait!

Who’d ya pick? I don’t give a shit

Truthfully, only thing separating me from them is opportunity!

And I ain’t gotta say it, they know I’m underrated

I’mma do these songs, and those songs and some of y’all gonna hate it

Just know I write all my shit always it’s really me

Rap was just the first step to killing this industry

I speak the truth in my sleep,

Go to bed, leave the mics on

So fucking fresh I could get dressed with the lights off

Check the Cleanest Corner,

Fashion Week I got my sights on

Watch my homie’s Nikon turn me into an icon!

Someone call up GQ

This was just a preview

Fuck your blog, fuck your review

I don’t need you!

Bigger shit I got my sights on

Watch my homie’s Nikon turn me into an icon! D!