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D.F.W.M. Video (MV)




Performed By: Rightful Disciple
Language: English
Length: 3:47
Written by: Simon Lezaja




Rightful Disciple - D.F.W.M. Lyrics




Woah, hey
You think you can f*ck with me?
It's no games
When I run the beat
My full pace you can't f*ckin' see
I always get first place
No matter what the speed
I gotta eat

Rappers with this cutlery
Lyrical custody
Of like all your bars
Cuz when you stuck on my line, man, ya'll always call
I'm evergreen man you'll always fall
Forever me
I was always tall
Leather seats with a gorgeous broad
The mezzanine isn't all I want
2nd floor singing all my songs
My crew at beck and call
Eleven seats in like all my cars
Don't tread on me unless you wanting stars
A puff of weed is how I talk to god
Don't believe disciple until something wrong
I'd egg him on and beat it before this humpty would fall
Got a whole crew around me but they running off scorn
I'm all about serenity
Eventually I won't be the pawn
To get stuck in the mix when a piece would be drawn
I'm tryna draw out the peace but no pieces will drop
Jesus pieces are tattooed like all on their arms
But feasibly their reasoning is that they're screwed from the start
Left in a cycle that would end with the rifle
I'm telling them life full of meaning
But rightful impeding
Their sight full of reaping
The benefits from those who are insightful and leaving
No chance for recovery
This night is deceiving
You're saying love is so brotherly
While you light up the region
Every drug is for the company not the stipend you seeking
So when something's up no loving me my lights become weakened

Woah, hey
You think you can f*ck with me?
It's no games
When I run the beat
My full pace you can't f*ckin' see
I always get first place
No matter what the speed
Am I something seen?
Or just obscene
I fiend for Munster cheese
That's how the hustlers be
I'm just machine
So please, please don't f*ck with me
I'll give you a knuckle sandwich here's my lunch for free

Here we go again
I'm focusing on showmanship
And opening my soul again
But unholy men are tryna control my sin
I told them then
I need to open it
Succumb to doper pen
F*ck up a doper mix with homies that will always know their shit
But holy shit I need to scold the kid
Cuz even novices
Know I'm what's poppin' with
This new generation of problem kids
I'm generating veneration from seven nations separating myself from those forever hating
Segregated gotta prove myself beyond that f*ckin' point I'll make it
So it doesn't matter what's beyond that point I'll take it
But just know I be coming for that top spot
And once I grab it I'll have ya bitch on this hot rod
Perfectly placed but if she's a person who fervently brakes
I'll send her ass to the chop shop
I don't need her no more
I'm where I wanna be
Got beat bouncing like kangaroo
She just a wallaby
She probably want all of me
But Hollywood is calling me
So follow me for godly tweets
I don't even use Twitter
Man I hardly speak
And once I do it makes all y'all think
That everything you ever put out has always been weak
I've always been sleek
I'd shoulder my team
To dodge where the posers would be
I knew this
But it's so hard holding down a f*ckin' scene
While I'm picking out the Judas
Floating down the stream
But I made a choice impetuous
I never thought they'd aim at me
When all my homies' shooters
They were all the phony movers
Only tryna prove it
Until police caught a clue
And now exposing is the movement
I wish I'd hold him to it
Those promises accruin'
I was fond of them pursuin'
Till I'm the target they ruined
I'll keep attacking the mic
Till I'm regarded as ruthless
Till I'm exalted as Snoop is
Till I'm as high as the roof is
Till I can sigh when I sign on the dot for my music

I always wanted to sell out shows
Now I see what the colors of a sell out shows
I wish I was rich in the stu and just sell outro's
But I love it for my craft I won't sell out, yo
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Woah, hey
You think you can f*ck with me?
It's no games
When I run the beat
My full pace you can't f*ckin' see
I always get first place
No matter what the speed
I gotta eat

Rappers with this cutlery
Lyrical custody
Of like all your bars
Cuz when you stuck on my line, man, ya'll always call
I'm evergreen man you'll always fall
Forever me
I was always tall
Leather seats with a gorgeous broad
The mezzanine isn't all I want
2nd floor singing all my songs
My crew at beck and call
Eleven seats in like all my cars
Don't tread on me unless you wanting stars
A puff of weed is how I talk to god
Don't believe disciple until something wrong
I'd egg him on and beat it before this humpty would fall
Got a whole crew around me but they running off scorn
I'm all about serenity
Eventually I won't be the pawn
To get stuck in the mix when a piece would be drawn
I'm tryna draw out the peace but no pieces will drop
Jesus pieces are tattooed like all on their arms
But feasibly their reasoning is that they're screwed from the start
Left in a cycle that would end with the rifle
I'm telling them life full of meaning
But rightful impeding
Their sight full of reaping
The benefits from those who are insightful and leaving
No chance for recovery
This night is deceiving
You're saying love is so brotherly
While you light up the region
Every drug is for the company not the stipend you seeking
So when something's up no loving me my lights become weakened

Woah, hey
You think you can f*ck with me?
It's no games
When I run the beat
My full pace you can't f*ckin' see
I always get first place
No matter what the speed
Am I something seen?
Or just obscene
I fiend for Munster cheese
That's how the hustlers be
I'm just machine
So please, please don't f*ck with me
I'll give you a knuckle sandwich here's my lunch for free

Here we go again
I'm focusing on showmanship
And opening my soul again
But unholy men are tryna control my sin
I told them then
I need to open it
Succumb to doper pen
F*ck up a doper mix with homies that will always know their shit
But holy shit I need to scold the kid
Cuz even novices
Know I'm what's poppin' with
This new generation of problem kids
I'm generating veneration from seven nations separating myself from those forever hating
Segregated gotta prove myself beyond that f*ckin' point I'll make it
So it doesn't matter what's beyond that point I'll take it
But just know I be coming for that top spot
And once I grab it I'll have ya bitch on this hot rod
Perfectly placed but if she's a person who fervently brakes
I'll send her ass to the chop shop
I don't need her no more
I'm where I wanna be
Got beat bouncing like kangaroo
She just a wallaby
She probably want all of me
But Hollywood is calling me
So follow me for godly tweets
I don't even use Twitter
Man I hardly speak
And once I do it makes all y'all think
That everything you ever put out has always been weak
I've always been sleek
I'd shoulder my team
To dodge where the posers would be
I knew this
But it's so hard holding down a f*ckin' scene
While I'm picking out the Judas
Floating down the stream
But I made a choice impetuous
I never thought they'd aim at me
When all my homies' shooters
They were all the phony movers
Only tryna prove it
Until police caught a clue
And now exposing is the movement
I wish I'd hold him to it
Those promises accruin'
I was fond of them pursuin'
Till I'm the target they ruined
I'll keep attacking the mic
Till I'm regarded as ruthless
Till I'm exalted as Snoop is
Till I'm as high as the roof is
Till I can sigh when I sign on the dot for my music

I always wanted to sell out shows
Now I see what the colors of a sell out shows
I wish I was rich in the stu and just sell outro's
But I love it for my craft I won't sell out, yo
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Writer: Simon Lezaja
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