Dallas Woods - The Source Lyrics
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    The Source

    [Intro]
    EK, EK, ah

    [Verse 1]
    This that R1 circle finesse
    Back of the net (Ah)
    Run through the crowd, I'II be back in a sec
    Get the stadium lit
    Did club shows, I want stadium shit (Ayy, ayy)
    Click clack, every single day for the clique
    Y'all wouldn't even last a single day in this bitch
    Cream of the crop, gon' remain the pic
    Till I pick it apart and set flames to the pitch (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
    Like how amazin' it is (Uh)
    Shit hits the fan, now they blamin' this kid
    But this kid's got temper
    Trapped in this tiny world
    So close to his goals like Kappa
    Roast mash, salt and pepper
    Eatin' better
    June is a ting, but April bettеr
    Not boo'd up so I made no Ella
    Count my blessings, eight's or bеtter (Yeah, yeah)
    Easy come, easy go
    Man got it under control
    Came a long way from the road
    Mud prints every single place that I go
    You don't phase me at all (Never)
    Know I'm down for the cause
    'Round my way, I get a round of applause
    But I'm roundin' them up, gettin' rowdy as fuck (Ah)
    If you want front page, get it straight from the sauce

    [Chorus]
    So, who keepin' the score?
    Budda, it's a little one-sided
    Dij bala, gettin' a hidin' (Boom)
    Ghost mode, you should try it (Ha)
    We don't have no alliance (Man are not, not)
    Dem man there, they liars
    Tell them 'bout they heads
    Real kings move in silence
    So, who keepin' the score?
    Budda, it's a little one-sided
    Dij bala, gettin' a hidin' (Boom)
    Ghost mode, you should try it (Ha)
    We don't have no alliance (Man are not, not)
    Dem man there, they liars
    Tell them 'bout they heads
    Real kings move in silence

    [Verse 2]
    No collect call, that ain't your brodie, boy (Man are not, not)
    Leave your G shocked, roll 'em for his rollie, boy (Gimme him)
    No cross, I'm unholy, boy
    Ol' man, you don't know me, boy (Ah)
    I'm too lit for this real talk, my budda, I live for this
    'Nother day, another show, keep a brother on the road
    This a dream come true, what a gift it is (Preach)
    Ain't really one for the small talk
    More staunch, no fucks given, goin' to court walk
    Never see you in court because you all talk (Nah-nah)
    Caught you outside with your boys, budda, you all talk
    My guys in and out like the burger joint
    Profesh, in and out when they burg' a joint
    (Haha, I had to)
    Anyway, kid, I done did it
    That's just how I'm livin'
    I know you know better
    But you do not listen
    See dem man there, talk shit about them man there
    So tell me why them man there

    [Chorus]
    So, who keepin' the score?
    Budda, it's a little one-sided
    Dij bala, gettin' a hidin' (Boom)
    Ghost mode, you should try it (Ha)
    We don't have no alliance (Man are not, not)
    Dem man there, they liars
    Tell them 'bout they heads
    Real kings move in silence
    So, who keepin' the score?
    Budda, it's a little one-sided
    Dij bala, gettin' a hidin' (Boom)
    Ghost mode, you should try it (Ha)
    We don't have no alliance (Man are not, not)
    Dem man there, they liars
    Tell them 'bout they heads
    Real kings move in silence

    [Outro]
    You want it, huh?

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