Dax - Album Of The Year (Freestyle) lyrics
Dax [Daniel Nwosu Jr.] St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada 🇨🇦
[Dax - Album Of The Year Freestyle lyrics]
Album of the year on the way dax
Album of the year droppin'
No hate to J but I'm cold so I got
It hot like the summertime out in pure Harlem
Rap but I'm still ballin'
I'm givin' niggas the buckets
I'm bangin' bitches
I been the best but I ain't chartin'
They say a nigga got Kardashian flow
Bars thick
Make these niggas throw they cash at the rope
Smack, it's ten K and a laxative bro
'Cause I been shittin' on you niggas
Since I passed in the door it's crazy
The flow addictive like the
Crack in the eighties they bitin' styles
Rap infective like it's written in rabies
I'm searchin' files
Niggas fake and they was never the baby
'Cause I'm the realest rapper poppin'
Out vaginas from shady
Cole, yeah you have to hear me
The way I'm rappin' got these niggas scared
So they call me God 'cause
They have to fear me fuck it, just ask Siri
She'll tell you I already make double
Than what signed niggas make yearly
Ayy Siri, how much I make a year?
Dax makes more than 90%
Of signed rappers yearly bitch so clearly
I'ma have these niggas shook
I went to college and I finished
Man I could've wrote the book
That you was tellin' niggas pick
Up, but where we from
We can't bend our head
We might get shot when a nigga
Come for the stick up, so the
Vocabulary could probably be enhanced
But I ain't riskin' havin'
Niggas come watchin' out, understand
'Cause what I'm rappin' so much
Deeper than provin' another man
The education I received was just
First nad not second hand, so me
Grab my gang, learn the ropes
Feel like Pac and Biggie
Yeah I fuck with mumble rap 'cause
Mumble rap ain't fuckin' with me
Call up 50, he'll say it ain't a lie
He'll call me pussy 'cause he
Know I got nine lives times five, eyes wide
Yeah my shit cross eyes
So when I rap I can see both sides, they lie
They try tellin' me I couldn't be a maverick
Was a janitor before I got established
Wanna know what happened
I got sick of the chains that
They had me latched in
So I broke 'em, got myself in rappin'
They ain't with the action
Applause if they clappin'
Only time they fire shots is if
They throw 'em in the caption
If we really talkin' fabrics, I'm silk
They cotton
Niggas always pickin' niggas at the bottom
Why? so when they blow they can
Remind 'em how they got 'em
And that anything they started could be
Finished if they stop 'em
So Cole, I don't know if this'll reach you
But if it do, and you hungry
Boy my bars finna feed you
So before your bars send 'em to hell
Let my bars take these trash niggas
Throw 'em in jail let my bars cop a deal
Let me sign to the 'Ville
Man it used to be a dream
But it's startin' to feel real hah, it's Dax
Album of the year droppin'
No hate to J but I'm cold so I got
It hot like the summertime out in pure Harlem
Rap but I'm still ballin'
I'm givin' niggas the buckets
I'm bangin' bitches
I been the best but I ain't chartin'
They say a nigga got Kardashian flow
Bars thick
Make these niggas throw they cash at the rope
Smack, it's ten K and a laxative bro
'Cause I been shittin' on you niggas
Since I passed in the door it's crazy
The flow addictive like the
Crack in the eighties they bitin' styles
Rap infective like it's written in rabies
I'm searchin' files
Niggas fake and they was never the baby
'Cause I'm the realest rapper poppin'
Out vaginas from shady
Cole, yeah you have to hear me
The way I'm rappin' got these niggas scared
So they call me God 'cause
They have to fear me fuck it, just ask Siri
She'll tell you I already make double
Than what signed niggas make yearly
Ayy Siri, how much I make a year?
Dax makes more than 90%
Of signed rappers yearly bitch so clearly
I'ma have these niggas shook
I went to college and I finished
Man I could've wrote the book
That you was tellin' niggas pick
Up, but where we from
We can't bend our head
We might get shot when a nigga
Come for the stick up, so the
Vocabulary could probably be enhanced
But I ain't riskin' havin'
Niggas come watchin' out, understand
'Cause what I'm rappin' so much
Deeper than provin' another man
The education I received was just
First nad not second hand, so me
Grab my gang, learn the ropes
Feel like Pac and Biggie
Yeah I fuck with mumble rap 'cause
Mumble rap ain't fuckin' with me
Call up 50, he'll say it ain't a lie
He'll call me pussy 'cause he
Know I got nine lives times five, eyes wide
Yeah my shit cross eyes
So when I rap I can see both sides, they lie
They try tellin' me I couldn't be a maverick
Was a janitor before I got established
Wanna know what happened
I got sick of the chains that
They had me latched in
So I broke 'em, got myself in rappin'
They ain't with the action
Applause if they clappin'
Only time they fire shots is if
They throw 'em in the caption
If we really talkin' fabrics, I'm silk
They cotton
Niggas always pickin' niggas at the bottom
Why? so when they blow they can
Remind 'em how they got 'em
And that anything they started could be
Finished if they stop 'em
So Cole, I don't know if this'll reach you
But if it do, and you hungry
Boy my bars finna feed you
So before your bars send 'em to hell
Let my bars take these trash niggas
Throw 'em in jail let my bars cop a deal
Let me sign to the 'Ville
Man it used to be a dream
But it's startin' to feel real hah, it's Dax