Ain't Coming Down - David Dallas, Buckshot

Got enough to go around what goes up ain’t coming down

Baby I’m running it light it up, light it up

Puff that shit, if your girl playing fuck that bitch

There’s forks in the road, but hands on the wheel won’t let it go

Show you how, what goes up

Ain’t coming down, coming down

Swear I don’t' give a damn, eighty five kilogram, 6 foot 2 complex of a little

man

Always got something to prove nothing to lose

Dudes just browsing the net for something to do, I’m really not fucking with you

If Ain’t got no ambition bro then I’m cuttin you loose, it’s like Chris Brown

chuckin the duece… when they saw YE.

on a suit

Tell your girl come fuck with the dude

NZ finest, king David bitch, NZ’s highness I’m in harlem now that’s NZ minus

Still I’m giving New York NZ-itis

That ill that sick that killer dog, make em all notice the D like I’m Dilla dog

your girl eyeing my D like you been involved, it’s Ray Allen for three I can

hit it dog

Spittin on it anyone who think otherwise

Why these other dudes stay writing lullabies

Can’t sleep on my shit keep you up at night, I can’t cut the lights,

would you love it right

Got enough to go around what goes up ain’t coming down

Baby I’m running it light it up, light it up

Puff that shit, if your girl playing up, fuck that bitch

There’s forks in the road, but hands on the wheel won’t let it go

Show you how, what goes up

Ain’t coming down, coming down

They say I got the hemisphere on my shoulders, now couple dudes acting colder

But I got this rum and cola, so fuck that I ain’t paying no of mine

Extend your arm to shake, I’ll extend my arm for a clothes line

I ain’t got no time, music is the slow grind

Cosigns don’t mean shit when it show time, sound so hungry dudes thinkin that I

don’t dine, you ain’t busy livin bro maybe you should go die

Sounds harsh but I got friends in hospital beds, who would give it all to have

your problems instead

So stop sweating the small stuff all could be yours cuz, I’m tryin to find a

place to rest my head on the tour bus

I do this for all us, shy half cast in the class scared to try but don’t wanna

come last

Who woulda thought man, mum thinks rappers just talkin'

Yanks mention Oaktown when I say Auckland, nah there ain’t champagne bottes

uncorkin', I’m still on the beers with a couple of my horsemen

Still doing the half the things, People just talking, runnin' in the shoes

motherfuckers couldn’t walk in

The life of a hustler, street survivor I have acomplished constant trials and

tribulations my patience, prove… we are an oasis

Face it

Melaton mind criminal crime, peace on my head mean peace of mind when,

I don’t gotta see no violence, read no violence

Got… no island when I say I stay high in the trees

Eye on my enemies dying to squeeze, see OP see OG’s and hope we OD for dope and

more cheese, rats in traps they call traps perhaps they all black and back they

own fact but, fall back don’t fall off, fuck swag when you died and the black

bag hauled off

Nine eleven dialing for heaven they wildin milk and honey its funny the devil

is smilin'

With a smirk… jerk.

get it work get it…