[Lyric] Dunn D - Rappertag 10 | Season 2 (Dunn D)

[Intro]
Dunners. Big up Skrub for the tag. Let's go

[Verse]
I don't care how it comes across
I want number one spot when it comes to Oz
Catch me up the top of the atmosphere
Punching on with the rest of the thunder gods
Dunn done done the job, yeah, I run the shop
While they run they mouth and they run the cops
Go get a loyalty face tat', you bunch of flops
But your squad puts the dog in the underdogs, I said
It's that top biller
You a little sick, well, I'm a lot iller
Getting more views on them poor tunes
Likе, "What the hell am I, chopped livеr?"
I'm a boss with it when I drop writtens
More bars than they've had hot dinners
Getting hands on then the plot thickens
'cause a right hook's like a pop singer (Yeah)
Fuck a music scene
I want a quarter ounce of kootah weed
New Netflix series to binge watch
Get baked as fuck and order Uber Eats
Big Daddy, Scuba Steve
I was swimming down through the gloomy deeps
I mean, life's a bitch but then you get divorced
And now these days I'm bloody doing sweet
I'll never signed a deal for the best price
Even when the banks low and the rent's high
'cause I rather keep my circle real
And keep working till we turn our city to an empire
Hood, oos, left, right if they test mine
Nice try, mate, better luck next time
I can't vibe with the tracks that these heads write
'Cause it's all glorified wank like a Fleshlight, rargh
Yeah, you bunch of floggers
Ain't got nothing on us to be bloody honest
Might've started small, but now we run a profit
Giving up or stopping ain't a fucking option
Ive been working out and getting something from it
Sold a couple albums, made a couple dollars
Learned to hustle off it, making us a profit
Homie, I been grinding like I'm double dropping
While your favourite rapper's [?] catching fame
Then abuse their powers, catching accusations
No one in my circle had no allegations
If they ever did, I'd fucking smack their face in
All these dickheads talk about is smashing downers
Or the traps they in selling packets out of
You can guarantee if I was slanging powder
Then I sure as shit wouldn't be rapping 'bout it
Dumb cunts
Try snitching when you write your rhymes
No wonder the game fucked up
When them the type of heads the kids idolise
I got more respect for a nine-to-five
Than some tall tales 'bout a life of crime
Go and feed your kids and get your life in line
Instead of playing gangster with your ride or dies
Fuck a zany wrapper and an oxycontin
Y'all know where to find me if we got a problem
Check my latitude, started from the bottom
Climbed the ladder up and then I got it popping
That's the difference in it when the songs are rocking
Went and found my lane while they just follow one
I started crossing genres, had frothing on it
Reeled 'em in bars and now I'm dropping knowledge
Try topping any of the bars [?]
Try rock a set directly after me
Try drop an album like my last release
Try turn your trauma to a masterpiece
Come at me, bro, try starting beef
That's the reason you can't compete
Like, you wanna be a bigger gangster or a better human?
'Cause I know which one of them I'd rather be
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