DoingWhatIWasDoing

The Dallas Cowboys

(Hola, hola, hola, hola, hola, hola, hola, hey)

(Let's go)

I'm about these numbers like a statistician

Stevie Wonder in the speakers, yeah, very superstitious

Locked in, Kobe face, I'm not flinching

It's a game of inches and I'm feeling real Ann Richards

Up in Texas, a Democrat vision

They typing their issues and I'ma keep it pimpin'

Keep it smooth like face concealer

Take the picture and presenter, sent by sender, upload it

I never folded, every election year I voted

Going through Shreveport, yeah, I'm I-20 rolling

Leaves blowing, weather changes, so do my champagne tasting

Grapes come from Mexico, and my suit is tailored

Like Gator Main, I'm ball-playing

Since the pages old school, even my tweeters don't fade good

Rolling down Camp Wisdom, they say what's up school

I throw the deuce and get back to doing what I was doing

(Hey Pull Up, bow down, go down, sun down, east side, north side)

Dallas on my chest today

Slide through, lets cool, curb side, who's who

Mail done, sky blue, we the whole down view

Deep Ellum to the L, every block show love we pass

Laugh loud at that foot-tang gas

Whole life in this group chat

We turned up in Dallas, Dallas

Brown skin gold looking lavish, lavish

Hands to the sky, we ain't average, average

Whole city in the back making madness, madness

We turned up in Dallas, Dallas

Deep dreams and Pretty on an axis, axis

Live fast but you check through the palace, palace

At my home on the crater of this valley, Dallas

40, Gucci, bass make the floor great

Who's that? Snow heat, get charming at the work

High speed, patio, lights low, I'm the show

Let them know, souped up till the days I'm up road

Now the blessings overflow

We turned up in Dallas, Dallas

Brown skin gold looking lavish, lavish

Hands to the sky, we ain't average, average

Whole city in the back making madness, madness

We turned up in Dallas, Dallas

Deep dreams and Pretty on an axis, axis

Live fast but you check through the palace, palace

At my home on the crater of this valley, Dallas

I only move when I feel it, it's like a roll call

On Broad Street up in Philly, I'm at the pool hall

I'm making calls for some millions like I'm Rich Paul

I need a down braud like Claressa Shields jab caught her

R.I.P. to Allen Slaughter, Jamming Midnight Marauders

A Tribe Called Quest, realness is what I offer

Put ginger in my tea and cinnamon in my coffee

Giannis won for Milwaukee

635 down to Balch Springs, make a left on Hutchins

On the phone with Keisha telling her to trust me

Coming in second to nothing

I'm sharper than Shannon, your Uncle Sam knows something

Trying to make it add up and I ain't rushing