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Shoot My Shot

by Daniel Garland-Stern

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I couldn't acquire the Fendi attire Profits like Judas that's tied to the news clips Salvation's the station where rookies retire But bitch I Mckeiver'd what my heart desired I couldn't acquire the Fendi attire I wasn't inspired till my heart deciphered the real from the liars Ashkenaz money like I'm a Rothschild New bitch hot and the old one mild Yeah I demand it I need to brand it Cause I can't stand it Writing raps on the transit Old raps so average that I had to practice Working on my shit till the potty was mastered 1942 got me plastered 1942 y'all sick bastards Jesus Christ ain't getting you raptured I don't agree with the words in this excerpt Please skip some lines and go to the next verse I gave no defense at my mental expense Now I'm on the fence about this whole amends I thought she the one but now she which one Do I deserve this funeral service if I blow up past the surface How do you don't know for certain Foundations built on bad bad associations Got me mixed up in accusations Now I'm agitated I'm frustrated With the loyalties we negotiated So you had to go and I had to grow Getting Jewish money like we ovo Don't know your worth so you pawn your soul Try to get it back when you dead and old But we save that like Dickie told Pills and potions like Nikki told Why you saying shit you were strictly told Now you think you cool with a risky pole even though you're too chicken shit to pull and squeeze Make another motherfucker bleed Now you think you god cause you jacking his jacket and keys New cherry M3 from the Cadillac V's from the Audi TT's the 2003's Leather seats Giuseppe jeans Closets full of teams It was a dream But I realized one thing though The lyrics be cynical not quite the pinnacle arsonist criminal pretty subliminal You too damn pitiful if you think this the pinnacle I go back to back to back like I'm biblical So I mix xanz lean fluoxetine to balance out my bud stream Growing up in a recession made me see that a degree was degression Eighths keys zips and the pounds The money so stupid I thought it had downs Put white on her face I guess she a clown Gave her a vest so she wouldn't drown She wanted Fendi Gucci Fuck that shit I ain't paying for coochie I shoot my shot Just wait till I'm in my prime Max studio time Jewels that shine Cars that whine not women this time I'm not going to lie I'm a bit narcissistic I hope I admit it with the money I know that I would act privileged I'll skirt off and drift it Fuck that shit if there ain't a stick in it So I can clutch kick it When me and J man whip it Keep your distance Yeah we're gonna drift it and keep the windows tinted As a kid the money had me obsessing Stretching the dollar as far as I get it Being broke feels just like a lethal injection You want the new Jordan's but Shaq's keep it stepping Just stay dedicated when that motivation is gone Life's like a shit roller coaster Some days of it you probably won't be sober She say she priceless What's that shit about I saw the titties for the same price of a Disney Plus account If that's the case you've got to bounce She'll break you down like a fiend to an ounce Divine intervention flowing from the mouth Daniel Garland-Stern make sure you pronounce Or DGS cause I know it's a mouthful Ask your girl she was never doubtful I got a grin with a side of a scowl Took it to the Stu we up like the owl Don't toss in the towel My attitude foul Oohs and aahs like we rapping out vowels Asked for my name but she called me tonight Switch the whips we go from black to white I feel like I'm mike Sike We cut the lights That's what we on tonight With this new life we see them cherry lights like every other night Her Sex sells if the rest fails She coast to coast with acrylic nails Two kids by two dads and they both locked in the county jail Club soda Nah re order We getting fucked up in this New World Order I crochet my Dolce She in the mood so we role play She gone off that sake and she sucking sloppy Her sex sells if the rest fails She coast to coast with acrylic nails Two kids by two dads and they both locked in the county jail Club soda Nah re order We getting fucked up in this New World Order

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