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R Dotta - Wild Child Lyrics



R Dotta - Wild Child Lyrics
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Picture me
Coming out of the West
My mama stressed because the ways of survival is a gat and a vest
Mama don't trip though
I gets love
I know Crip, Bloods
Homie who will bang if I break em off a little change
Best believe I know some things
But maybe one day I'll sit you down and I'll explain
But for the time being though, just play it cool
It's all for you
Your baby boy's gotta win for all the times they thought I'd lose
And I ain't bragging but I've done my dirt and ain't got caught
Whole time I was fighting demons
It ain't my fault
I pray to God asking for forgiveness
He understands
The challenge was without a father figure
Become a man
And mama I ain't nothing less than
I've got the world in my eyesight
My dreams in my wingspan
Ya digg?
So when I leave
I'll be right back
Hitting the road now
Finna get rich off rap
Love
Memories resurfacing from the back of my mind's keeping my drive
Oh, no look I've got too much pride for me to cry
Rather channel it
Get on beats and dismantle it
Ain't shit changed, I still keep the flame like the candle wick
I'm the truth and the myth
The story gets better
Looking at the competition, just seeing who I'm ahead of
I'm leading all of you slow motherf*ckers
I'm Master Shredder
Game dark, but the same time sweeter than Dr. Pepper
I know
Paranoia setting in whenever my eyes close
Man the world we're living in, it done made my heart cold
Try to explain to my ex but she ain't get it
She was more concerned if I was out here f*cking other women
Got love for my biggest fan
A bigger bullet for the critic
But I'm both
Man these suicidal thoughts have got my trippin
Got me plotting on how to end it, when this is just the beginning
But when it's all said and done I'm Top 5 before I'm finished
Top 5
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Picture me
Coming out of the West
My mama stressed because the ways of survival is a gat and a vest
Mama don't trip though
I gets love
I know Crip, Bloods
Homie who will bang if I break em off a little change
Best believe I know some things
But maybe one day I'll sit you down and I'll explain
But for the time being though, just play it cool
It's all for you
Your baby boy's gotta win for all the times they thought I'd lose
And I ain't bragging but I've done my dirt and ain't got caught
Whole time I was fighting demons
It ain't my fault
I pray to God asking for forgiveness
He understands
The challenge was without a father figure
Become a man
And mama I ain't nothing less than
I've got the world in my eyesight
My dreams in my wingspan
Ya digg?
So when I leave
I'll be right back
Hitting the road now
Finna get rich off rap
Love
Memories resurfacing from the back of my mind's keeping my drive
Oh, no look I've got too much pride for me to cry
Rather channel it
Get on beats and dismantle it
Ain't shit changed, I still keep the flame like the candle wick
I'm the truth and the myth
The story gets better
Looking at the competition, just seeing who I'm ahead of
I'm leading all of you slow motherf*ckers
I'm Master Shredder
Game dark, but the same time sweeter than Dr. Pepper
I know
Paranoia setting in whenever my eyes close
Man the world we're living in, it done made my heart cold
Try to explain to my ex but she ain't get it
She was more concerned if I was out here f*cking other women
Got love for my biggest fan
A bigger bullet for the critic
But I'm both
Man these suicidal thoughts have got my trippin
Got me plotting on how to end it, when this is just the beginning
But when it's all said and done I'm Top 5 before I'm finished
Top 5
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Writer: Rashad Taylor
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Performed By: R Dotta
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Rashad Taylor

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