Lyrics Dubby - Jon Connor, Mickey Wallace

Dubby

One of the realest to ever spit it
'Bout to lose it but I’m still winning
Niggers say fuck me, they can’t touch me
But they still feel it
I’m feeling great as I watch these people be fake
If you ain’t know me when I was broke
I don’t know you now that I’m straight
Straight up, my weight up
I run shit, can’t wait up
It’s fuck y’all then break up
My head strong, nigga say pop
So what you get out of here
And use your push it boy
I’m so close to the edge
I’m begging y’all to push me boy
They got these rappers gased
My tank is fucking empty
They probably want me gone
But the people keep fucking with me
I know they want me out
But in that I find comfort
I rive for the cause
Every track I’m burning rubber
They say I’m tryin' condensate how niggers wack
Shit I’m tired of saying it to the sad
Part of it’s the fact
So why don’t you tweet your favourite rapper
And tell him to learn how to rap
So I can change my subjects matters do them
Love it or change the track
(Bridge)
Y’all got to deal with me
The people will feel me
The people still with me
I got 'em, I got 'em
The realer shit is what they really want
I got 'em, no problem
So just know on the way you go
(Verse: Jon Connor)
I’m the best of the world when niggers gon' say that
Niggers should’ve knew that when they heard playback
Niggers heard sounds like how you gon' pay that
Told me KO that arcade yo that
I get a whole lot of hair like the whole God no neck
Walk type, rope sweet, no neck
In other words I don’t plan on falling
I’m about to fuck 'em up 'cause I’m focused
I’m the ray for all you cockroaches
Y’all on my platinum opening
Why, 'cause my drive, in 4 wheel drive
I can’t let you slide, when I say I’m the truth
Well I’m just being honest I’ma kill this shit
That’s a threat and a promise
Murder is verse and here’s my accomplice yo
Y’all make way for my nigga Mick Wallace, go
(Verse: Mickey Wallace)
No play for the real, to be sharp and to get tramp
Or move to the side of the room
'Cause nobody really wanna be on a room stampede
Stump holes in the game feeling hoose
This the truth, everybody looking for
Hook up rebelion in the streets
Looking at a blue to turn green
For the green gon' me
And try to bloom, tuck up in their bloom and now they wanna
Help 'em, let 'em go, no I won’t
Told 'em I don’t play them games
And I said kill Mike sincerous
Little was I missing I’ma see my admission
Of a rider who drive fast and fearless
Pedal to the flow, it go vroom
I see y’all still spinning your wheels
Who the hell has anything better to do
Real talk y’all tripping like broke eels
That’s my word anybody wanna throw that
Should’ve sworn to the gong I throw some parmezan
So strongly formed when I born
Nigga bring World War III home
This that part when I gonna get 'em
Ever this is relevant just see this I would get 'em
Buddy make a rapper and whoever coming with 'em
I’m a hunk and with me when they wanna split 'em
Mic so nasty still in time to clean your clock
Still no fisky making these hits to my honey
And my honey gonna still be stopped
And at the end then my girl real
Will get praise for what I did here
'Cause that brief I’ve been living in fear
Who you know do it like this
Here talk to now