Dope - Derek Warmington HD

Houston, TX Hip Hop Rap Artist
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I’m making moves, now my rhyme’s approved, there’s always room to amuse, ******* shake it up, show and prove, I’ll be shaking plateaus, putting dough on the table, amazing and a glow with my flows, reading Plato, I feel like I’m Cato, really I’m a civilian, getting payroll, songs on the radio, a tornado or a volcano, rapping is like playing ball at the pavilion, I’m feeling ******* brilliant, won’t drop the ball, above all I will ball in the fall, the tracks I kill once and for all, multiplying money stacks, stay back, smack the track, every night, bounce back, running back, cinnamon buns for breakfast, I party it up to excess, I’m kind of reckless out here in Texas, they think that I’m sexist, yet I’m really mostly pleasant, and now let’s clean it up as expected

So now it’s time we hit the road, let’s go fuck with some chicks at my humble abode, on the ladder we climb, I’m ******* with some woman’s mind, while I’m getting lit, I cannot take it slow I just explode, all the pressure gets unloaded, I found a buried treasure, getting on to better endeavors, me and my click banded together, give birth while I’m swerving, I’m learning, collecting earnings, the music shit is working, rest easy darling dear you’ll be my muse as I drive the car steady, the bread I get is quick, I don’t want to catch a flick, I’m starting to lose it, I’ll throw a fit with my stick, the girl’s are thick, my mind is split, I’d rather head to a bar, under a starry night star, with the rain and the thunder I’m starting to wonder, although the future’s looking bright now, without a plight, I can see a light, bust it with your phone number

so now I’m rushing home, and taking shots to the dome, approach the night, with hope, from the stuff, I’m buzzing, some ***** is coming over, but I ain’t judging, I’m just puffing the last of the roach, tryna stay afloat, say hello, open a discussion, while the radio plays percussion, who really wants to be alone, just be chill on the open road, I’m staying in control, on the sofa, grabbing the remote, while my heart is pumping, and I’m puffing smoke while I’m touching, is this what they call loving?, I’m looking for a curve ball, because tonight, if it’s right, we can heal all, with an eight ball installed, to make sense of this urban sprawl, I can feel, keep it real, about this medicine ball, once and for all, it seems only relevant to **** me with adrenaline