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Bill Walton

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 night them tubes bust

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 roll"

I always have been held accountable

I love my parents for the effort and support

Thoroughbred and I'ma force

And built to stay the course, D.O.L.L.A

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 didYou gon' respect it

You gon' respect it

You gon' respect it

You gon' respect me though

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