Lyrics Welcome to the Show - DC The Don

What's the point of crying over spilled milk?
It's like she dig for gold, that's something you gotta deal with
What's the point of crying over spilled milk?
I'm speakin' outta bounds I know these niggas feel this
This life shit come at you, uh
Faster than the muthafuckin bullet
I swear I'm finna pull it
How am I to focus while surrounded by this bullshit, oh yeah
Daij dropped yo ass 'round them dude
They got a bag out on you, yuh what aye
Another level, I am on another level
They try to take this, trust me I would never let uhm, woah yuh
I was born a fuckin rebel
It's on my chest bitch
Give me respect bitch
Yeah I need my check bitch
Flossin on these niggas I just wake up and go flex bitch
Nascar and Jet bitch
Gotit on my head bitch
Pray to god I make it through the year they want me dead bitch
Milwaukee Assasin, Comin through we blastin
With no skateboards but lil bitch we still thrashin
Dump my head in the dirty yeah then lil bro do the clappin
I call all the shots they gon call me Charlie Manson, yeah
Call me DC Manson, aye
Shawty we ain't doin no romancin, yuh
Watch the diamonds now they dancin
And theres a lawyer out so watch out where your standin, yeah
If it's a L ima turn it to a W
How you all searchin' for some love when im infront of you
Fuck swear to god he gonna get it
How the fuck am I always mistreated
Hold up sit up I cannot be defeated
Easy for me I control alt delete it
Yeah and I didn't win no L
Yeah I swear I got no L
I can be thrown away
Drugs on the floor aye
Welcome to the Show aye
Welcome to the Show
What's the point of crying over spilled milk?
It's like she dig for gold thats something you gotta deal with
What's the point of crying over spilled milk?
I'm speakin outta bounds I know these niggas feel this
Stop givin me them lectures
Bout how to make shit better
Them niggas dont even follow they own rules, fuck what they tell yuh
Put 'em on a stretcher
Bitch we dont rock sketchers
Hella Tense, Skeleton
Excuse me keep my heart tho
Have you ever had a bottle of Belaire?
This Tea of Spirit I can smell it in the air
Tough luck we ain't learnin today
How to sell from the Berner the Bay
But a DC on you better turn up the pay
Checkin in you ain't certain to say, yuh
Stop bein nice, what
Stop bein nice ima stop bein nice
Pull a 20-20 ima stop bein nice, aye
Stop being nice girl dont stop bein nice, aye
Yeah and I really wish you well
Said I fuckin changed oh well
Take your demons through the whole spell
Thats why I really hope the sun helps
Cause I know how you get bizarre
Let go, Take control, Take this slow
What's the point of crying over spilled milk?
It's like she dig for gold thats something you gotta deal with
What's the point of crying over spilled milk?
I'm speakin outta bounds I know these niggas feel this, yeah