Dungeons & Dragons

Oxide, this is Mongoose7 We are two mikes from home plate Under heavy fire Requesting any reinforcements you got, over Oxide, do you copy 316 is getting aggressive What is your location I repeat, 316 is getting aggressive Yeah, my wrist is on 32 degrees Look at me We done came a long way from EBTs On my knees praying to God for everything we need Saying please for the brine So, bring it back to ones who R.I.P in my dreams I see the people that I used to love, but it seems When I wake up they're floating up above spreading wings To cope with shit I dabbled into drugs and some drinks I don't like smoking green But I hope heaven sings, and I hope heaven sees I'm looking back, gotta pay them back for what they did for me And I'm gon' stay rappin', never catch me lacking Gotta protect my family tree Cause they gave me that, I'ma give em' back Gotta make my legacy, rest in peace, yeah But if there's a new task, I might undertake her Save that for later I hit it from the back, that's why she call me Mater Cause she back that thing up Without no rear view mirror, so I feel her Lost some people, I'm still hurt Through the pain, yeah I still work Niggas copy they steal work Keep it real for the steel work I like my girls independent Don't need a man, and she still twerk Knew this girl from Arkansas She had a man and she still flirt We can switch it to the next scene I just had to keep it real first Jimbo the bro, so you already know That I had to keep it a hundred So many shots in my city, shit got switch Sound like it's drumming Top of the morning, fly down to New York Then I got one hour of London All of my niggas some dragons Cause we really came out the dungeon Really turned nothing into something Led the way like Harriet Tubman I do this shit for my cousin I do it for Melody, Lyrica, Marie, I can name another dozen My family knows that I love them They know I gotta be something Jessup go hand me the track and I beat this shit up I might leave a concussion Hop in the booth for a minute And I spit the verse and I leave like it's nothing I want my wife to be black but until then I'm fucking these bitches that's Russian But I got chill, cause my children is listening So I gotta stop all the cussing All I want to know is what I had to do Pop at the party and all you're wearing is camisole I threw a pass to my brodie, I feel like Cameron Newton I put my life on the line, I call that an alley oop I told my bro to just talk it out but he'd rather shoot I made a list of all kinds of things that I'd rather do I tried to change up his life and switch up his attitude I got him off of the block, he back on the avenue I got him off of the crack, he back on that crack again We took some time off but now all my dawgs are back again I broke a brick with my fist, just like like Jackie Chan I broke a brick with my fist, I feel like I'm Jackie Chan