DMO - Track One Lyrics

I know these niggas really envy me, yeah I know these niggas, yeah
Tell him stop all of that sucka shit, I'm pressin' the brakes
Bad lil bitch don't wanna talk, but just want sit in my face
Keep that broke shit on the floor, I'm somewhere off in a plane

You do whatever just to catch up, nigga stay in your lane
Me and D-Lo just got fried, feel like we out of space
From my pops, he had to go and do his time out of state
Take your phone out and record me when you see me on stage

I was down too many chapters, bitch, I'm flippin' the page, uh
These niggas really think they good to me
Ain't really trippin' bout that shit, y'all got hoe tendencies, yeah
Deep Down, I know y'all niggas envy me

If you gon' kill me, show no mercy, or no sympathy
I was down bad on my dick, without no help, where was you at
Gotta stand on what you say, if you gon' leave then, don't come back
Got bitches wanna join the winning team, sayin' SLATT
Whatever I say, go take off your clothes, get on your back, uh
Bitch, I'm a star, just look at me
Bottega boots on my bitch, I got vetaments on my jacket
And, bitch, you blow all your money instead of savin' and stackin

In a couple years, I see myself inside a whole different bracket
Me and KC rollin' loaded on a whole different planet
I'm countin' Jacksons with a bad lil bitch who look just like Janet
Get a sack, and f*ck it up, I turn that into my habit

Bitch, I got up off my ass and turn my pain into passion, uh
Turn my pain into passion
Bitch, I gotta buff my ass and turn my pain into passion, yeah
Pain into passion

Count Jacksons with a bad lil bitch who look just like Janet, uh