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Dame D.o.l.l.a.

Genres: Hip-Hop

Loyal To The Soil Lyrics - Dame D.o.l.l.a.

That money stack tall but only partially my focus 

So compassionate, struggle hard for me to cope with 

Do a lot for others, not for credit or to soak in 

But to have an impact on direction that they go in 

Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil 

Recognize the rumble that we're in, yeah it's royal 

Crabs in the barrel, wrapped up in foil 

Kids grow up scars that are rubbed now with oil 

And life done changed a bit but I can't grow apart 

For those in my position that don't feel me, grow a heart 

I grew up round love but we had a slower start 

Hooping on the tree and fighting at the park 

Luckily we had guidance, we was more blessed than others 

We was the deepest family, nobody had more cousins 

The street lights would flicker everybody running no huddle 

Cause if you didn't make it everybody got in trouble 

 

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I won't let that money define me 

I let my struggles refine me 

I know my angels behind me 

Young, rich, and in the sticks tryna find peace 

I ain't get high and I ain't sell dope 

People ask "why?" I did it for my folks 

Wanna slice the pie then you gotta have hope 

Take the plan serious or watch it go in smoke 

Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke 

Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke 

 

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Uh, chin to the clouds, all 10 on solid ground 

Sipping purple Whitney Houston, never touch the Bobby Brown 

When it comes to the crown, I done dreadlocked it down 

Rest in peace my daddy Rabbit, he in Heaven hopping 'round 

I been outchea on the grind, I want mine on time 

Keep it a hundred, not even 99.9 

It's Lil Tunechi the best rapper alive 

I rep five, invite your girl to my suite at the Loews, she left high 

Oh my in a double R, I'm re-ready to die 

My pockets fat as Precious but what's more precious than time 

Cause life is too short, I got that from Too $hort 

Couldn't ball, I was too short 

But rich, like I play two sports 

Flag red like scarlet 

Keep my head in my wallet 

Leave the BS in the toilet 

Leave the BS on the Charmin 

With TF on my garments 

I wear Trukfit like Ralph Lauren 

And I'm loyal to my soil 

Straight from hell, I mean New Orleans 

Tunechi 

 

I won't let that money define me 

I let my struggles refine me 

I know my angels behind me 

Young, rich, and in the sticks tryna find peace 

I ain't get high and I ain't sell dope 

People ask "why?" I did it for my folks 

Wanna slice the pie then you gotta have hope 

Take the plan serious or watch it go in smoke 

Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke 

Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke 

 

They said you wanna make it so here's the keys to survival 

Get you a work ethic, go about it maniacal 

Carry your family, all the great ones on that Mariah flow 

Come to the neighborhood, show a kid to throw a spiral 

All about your time, that's the best thing to give 

A message from the distance hardly ever stay in ear 

Gotta keep a presence even with your relatives 

Cause we all carry gifts like Santa and the deers 

I come through with no security 

I grew up in the slums ain't no fear in me 

Now the lames come and go and no forgetting me 

They in love with the life and I don't know Billie Jean 

Look at my demeanor, see loyalty in my background 

Love me cause I'm solid, not because I became a cash cow 

Tryna make jobs for younglings, that's on the ave now 

That's why I can't have a barbecue and don't have a pat down 

 

I won't let that money define me 

I let my struggles refine me 

I know my angles behind me 

Young, rich, and in the sticks tryna find peace 

I ain't get high and I ain't sell dope 

People ask "why?" I did it for my folks 

Wanna slice the pie then you gotta have hope 

Take the plan serious or watch it go in smoke 

Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke 

Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke 

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