Snooze - DIOR 4S Lyrics

Ecorse porch to Dior 4s I got like
3 more doors till we on tour
Everybody lookin' at me like "he won't score"
Until they hear Smackdown and start to seize on the floor
Red stripes don't got time to fall tho (Faldo)
Put some white on like "where the hell is Waldo??"
What's the point of signin' if they call slow?
1 for the money got 2 for the side hoe
With the 1 sippin' on some Chateau
With the 2 got 'em lookin' over my shadow
Stop what at least I got a laugh tho
Never get red/read keep a full bottle of Aloe
Rags are gone can't maintain
I hate the lowlifes to death no Great Dane
How you gon' stop me with a campaign?
I'm just a kid so imagine me drinkin' champagne
Not the Russo Baltique the future
How I run your job? No me? What's my producer?
Downriver got a white kid who might lose ya
I'll Write a gem forget the verse and nail it like I'm Luther
Move ya body Gotta party to crash
14 white male is settin yall rappers back
With a radio on a porch they said it don't seem bad
Unless you're used to torn wood and some splinters all up yo back
Now Im on the mic while my fans are my biggest haters
It's gettin hot in here turn the AC up like I'm Slater
Reporters ask for words and I respond with "put ya face up
You can put it back down if i miss" now clip the chain up
Even Disney know how hard my Pixar
Whether that's in front of a corpse or my 5th car
Kinda ironic illegal for me to drive yall
Gimme 2 years and 6 months I'll be that kid star

Why he back I ain't got the Snooze fever
Where were we again? Oh the kid from Downriver
If I could make it rapping with an unsevered liver
I can also give ya songs to be karaoke singer
Or maybe you could be a DJ and play my music
If you can't be just like me then find recordings and use em
If I can make you do all this coming from not a clue why
I lived in a run down home in the hood then I'll make losers
Look like the richest people you've seen in your damn life
With a picture frame of their face and a $600 mic
Cus nowadays that's all you need to make someone the type
To start a fragrance company and engrave their name on a knife
And you think you should do the same but me I'm from the Wolverine
Sold out a third show while you're ordering #3s
4 miles away I swear I can still hear the screams
While you get close to mic and say "Can I get a Coke please?"
Now I ain't the type to say something bout how you spend your days
But I ain't even dropped a track and I know what they're boutta say
"Why his voice so high? Wait Is this white boy gay?
Why he talkin bout success? He isn't even yet of age? What is this
Track- what- 1? What you know about the shows
Cap rap who's on the Benjamin? He ain't even know
He's only 14 how could he call himself the goat?"
You're right I don't know I just grabbed a microphone
So 'less your from the D I recommend leaving the seats
I recommend leaving the beats I recommend finding your peace
And either or whether you wanna stay or are being forced to leave
I gotta tell ya that white kid has gotten ya beat
But I'm JUST a white kid yall are actin like I caught ya
In an alleyway where you got no place to move and Imma maul ya
But I'm just a slim pussy who ain't got secret daughter
So I'll pour the liquor out and fill the bottle up with water