Lyrics Bill Walton - Dame D.O.L.L.A
Hey
waddup,
it's
Dame
D.O.L.L.A
I
just
want
to
holla
about
the
changes
being
famous
The
pain
and
all
the
dangers
Emotion
roller
coasters
being
sought
by
all
the
strangers
Gettin'
tight
with
all
my
family
and
texting
with
the
gangsters
see
I'm
like
a
product
of
poverty
and
a
prodigy
My
private
school
coach
said
I
couldn't,
what
a
hypocrisy
Obviously,
I'm
built
like
no
other,
it
ain't
no
stoppin
me
Tunnel
vision
I'm
blinding
whoever
busy
jockin'
me
I
come
from
eating
school
lunch,
then
at
the
school
bus
That's
how
we
grew
up
at
[?]'s
bus
My
pops
and
schooled
us
That's
every
day,
a
life
replays
Thermals
for
PJs,
the
bills
was
delayed
I
never
behaved,
my
mama
know
She
told
me
“Boy,
get
on
that
honor
rollâ€
I
always
have
been
held
accountable
I
love
my
parents
for
the
effort
support
Thoroughbred
and
I'ma
force
And
built
to
stay
the
course
Dolla:
You
gon'
respect
it
You
gon'
respect
it
You
gon'
respect
it
If
you
don't
I
wish
you
blessings
‘Cause
preaching
real
my
profession
You
gon'
respect
it
You
gon'
respect
it
You
gon'
respect
it
I
ain't
like
these
suckers
flexin'
I'm
the
answer
to
the
questions
You
gon'
respect
it
You
gon'
respect
it
You
gon'
respect
it
Respect
me
I
see
they
fail
to
recognize
I'm
different
Really
a
misfit,
a
man
with
infants
Unlimited
loads
of
pigment
My
true
colors,
that's
all
I
know
I
show
my
true
colors
These
dudes
busters,
I'm
a
smooth
substance
Heavily
favored
by
the
man
I'm
giving
thanks,
I
raise
my
hand
He
ultimately
made
the
plans
For
me
to
thrive
and
be
alive
I
ain't
sink,
he
let
me
swim
Remember
when
them
lights
was
dim
Now
I'm
shining,
and
I
ain't
wearing
diamonds
I
don't
follow
no
facades
and
I
ain't
close
to
trendy
Type
to
get
a
section
in
the
club
and
keep
it
friendly
Promoters
approaching,
pointing
at
chicks
to
send
me
‘Cause
it's
looking
empty,
reception
don't
offend
me
All-Stars,
I
should
have
three
by
the
name
They
say
I
cried
about
not
makin'
it,
it's
free
to
complain
It's
deeper
than
fame,
it's
principle
My
feelings
hurt?
Minimal
Second
team
additional
Twenty
Ms,
boy
it's
fixable
Boy
it's
fixable
They
robbed
me
though,
and
it
was
criminal
But
aye,
to
the
game
I
was
chalking
it
I'm
trying
to
bring
a
chip
to
Portland
just
like
Walton
did
You
gon'
respect
it
You
gon'
respect
it
You
gon'
respect
it
You
gon'
respect
me
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