Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DC or Nothing, artist - Wale. Date of issue: 27.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
DC or Nothing |
| In the face of adversity, I prepared a verse to see |
| Or hear rather… |
| Destined to win, get respect where I live |
| My reflection contagious, I’m the messenger here |
| Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread |
| They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed |
| When the city was chocolate, there was death in the air |
| All I’m hearing is aids, I ain’t deaf in my ear |
| Nah I ain’t deaf in my ear |
| But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there |
| Shout out to Kirbo, he told me I would make it |
| Now me, Tony, G, and Tre got the keys to the nation |
| Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer |
| Of course he fiending for trouble, he had a fiend for a mother |
| Got no leaders among him, got no loyalty either |
| Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him |
| See, it’s cold where they be at, on that boat like a pirate |
| Politicians fucking hookers, why you mad at my ganja? |
| Kick him out of the city, force them whites who can pay up |
| Still different neighborhoods killing over what isn’t theirs |
| Lost my nigga over nothing though |
| Saeed Alisha I miss you, god bless my brother’s soul |
| I feel something change in the weather, and I’m home, home, home |
| Don’t let it drift away like a feather and I’m home, home, home |
| And oh, I gotta find my way |
| Oh I gotta face the day |
| But oh I can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home |
| Look, I lost my nigga over nothing though |
| Saeed Alisha I miss you, god bless my brother’s soul |
| Ricky is sitting, Baba was sitting |
| Caught up and slipping for fearing a McDonald’s position |
| Seen it over a dollar, got him under a flower |
| Funeral drama, niggas mystery baby mamas |
| They ain’t really for condoms, I just think that it’s shocking |
| Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors |
| I’m aware that there’s problems, know Obama gon' stop it |
| Where there’s minimal conscious and there’s thousands of choppers |
| I know Howard that college, but that town has some problems |
| I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise |
| Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers |
| Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow |
| They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow |
| Although it gets you paper, I pray you weighing your options |
| This is soulful my nigga, I’m hoping I am giving a hope to my nigga |
| We just soldiers my nigga, don’t know you my nigga but know you my nigga |
| This is soulful my nigga, hope that I am giving some hope to my nigga |
| We just soldiers my nigga, don’t know you my nigga but know you my nigga |
| Nigga, know you my… |
| And you know my nigga |
| Know you my… |
| Look… |
| A king’s assassination is why most often fear the hell |
| So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail |
| I pray these words live and these gimmicks fail and |
| I pray whenever I’m seen in my city I forever resemble braille |
| May your trees be loud, and your queens be proud |
| May you see your dreams allowed, before you see them from a cloud |
| May your glass never reach half-empty, may your enemies find the inner-piece |
| before it ever get to beef |
| I wish you, wealth, health, and pact free women for yourself and the shit ain’t |
| the best, hope these lyrics help… my nigga |
| See I made it from home, see I made it alone |
| And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne |
| Time after time, again and again |
| They wanna see a nigga lose but I’m destined to win |