DigBar - ᐸ3

{intro}
(?...)
When it come down to this music shit, i do not know what i want
I just be worrying ‘bout running my numbers up, nigga, that’s all that i want
Riding ‘round with a hundred and some
I ain’t worried, know i’m one of the ones
Check the score, it’s a 100–1
Make the call and i’m getting it done

{verse}
I just like to keep it simple
I don’t really like complex
500k off of rapping
But i ain’t really tryna flex
Say what y’all want, i ain’t gon’ be upset
If i really want it, then i be up next
How i’m a rookie but also a vet?
How i just drop eighty-five on a bet?
How she drop down and start giving me neck?
I’m in the east but got cribs in the west
How am i at my worst, but i still be the best?
I don’t even like rapping like this is a test
Wait, y’all know it’s digbar
And i be lit like a cigar
Got a li’l foreign bitch, she call me “niggar” (what?)
She play with my meat like a guitar
I just be rapping and fucking around
I do this shit for the fans
She said she be liking how i put it down
She said i can be her new man
Making these songs and making this money
My nigga, i guess that’s the plan
They said i can’t do it, i showed them i can
I’m balling detroit like i’m jalen duren

{outro}
I just be trying to please the fans, man, like
I know some people like the normal music, some people like the sus music, you know, i just
Do this shit for the fans