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DC The Don – ECLIPSE Lyrics

DC The Don – ECLIPSE Lyrics

Basically everyone asking do I got a classic
I’m dropping another one this year
Niggas do well under pressure
But I’m bringing pressure
I’m bout to go dumb or sum this year
Ballin like T Mac in ’04 when he played for Magic
The #1 gun I’m in 10th gear
Niggas still tryna be gang but lil nigga you random
And nigga we know that you big weird
Whole lotta gear
Whole lotta
Whole lotta ammo
Navy seal boys all camo
Playin’ the piano
Sosa still playing in my Lambo
Feeling Trap Soul goin’ Rambo
You nerdy ass geeky ass niggas
They talking that shit on the mac while we up in the bando
Living rent free in yo head while I’m eating my snacks
And I’m fuckin yo bitch in my sandals

These niggas they weird as a bitch
I just told lil bro we don’t fuck with they kind I ain’t answering
These rappin ass niggas keep hitting me asking for features
But brodie this shit is unflattering
Got a big headed bitch she imagining
Stats too high this shit is staggering
Walk thru mute the fuckin chattering
Tool go gratta-ta end his fucking gathering
I took a chill pill I’m feeling amazing
Smoking so loud I’m a regular patient
Moving around with a glock like the Matrix
Please watch what you say
Cause this shit can get dangerous
Okay this choppa don’t miss it ain’t aimless
Aye lil brodie chill out boy it’s hella surveillance
Smoking on gas
Big pack in a spaceship
I’m that nigga this year
I’m just making a statement
Woah

Basically everyone asking do I got a classic
I’m dropping another one this year
Niggas do well under pressure
But I’m bringing pressure
I’m bout to go dumb or sum this year
Ballin like T Mac in ’04 when he played for Magic
The #1 gun I’m in 10th gear
Niggas still tryna be gang but lil nigga you random
And nigga we know that you big weird

I’m too rich
Clearly girl I’m too sick
Woke up mad tryna get him hit
Fuck that talking nigga what’s his zip?
Like damn he pissed!
Tryna shoot the boy damn he missed!
Bought her OnlyFans damn he simped!
Finna fuck around and bust my wrist
Choppa for lunch bitch we serving up dish
Light skin lil bitch tried to suck on my dick
I’m exhausted I’m holding a ton my wrist
Ksubi jeans got me feeling a hunnit and shit
In the party with Poudii we huntin and shit
Bought my mama a house having fun with this shit
With Lil Frosty and Tomi we blunted and shit
Moving in tune when the money make sense
Need the front and the back or I ain’t coming lil bitch

I’m taking off
Shit you knew I wouldn’t stay
I’m still a rockstar
I feel it in my veins
I asked you voluntary
Did you forget that day?
Oh yes of course you did
That’s why I’m MIA
Rocket ship in a whole nother space

Basically everyone asking do I got a classic
I’m dropping another one this year
Niggas do well under pressure
But I’m bringing pressure
I’m bout to go dumb or sum this year
Ballin like T Mac in ’04 when he played for Magic
The #1 gun I’m in 10th gear
Niggas still tryna be gang but lil nigga you random
And nigga we know that you big weird
Whole lotta gear
Whole lotta
Whole lotta ammo
Navy seal boys all camo Playin’ the piano
Sosa still playing in my Lambo
Feeling Trap Soul goin’ Rambo
You nerdy ass geeky ass niggas
They talking that shit on the mac while we up in the bando
Living rent free in yo head while I’m eating my snacks
And I’m fuckin yo bitch in my sandals