D-Mummy - Pavilion Lyrics

I’m trapped with people destroying my sanity
Legacy made on profanity
You like amphetamines
And we like ketamine
Just like a Kennedy, I’m blowing yo dome back
Pretending like you didn’t know that
Yo, I ain’t holding your bro back
I’m the one taking the photos call me Kodak
(Click click click)
Hey bro
Bring it back to where it’s at
All this cap about yo gat make me a cat
So here’s a mac
I got food upon my plate
And I got moves
That’s hard to make
But it’s the journey
It’s the mission
Homie, how can I relate?
Look at my state
This is Iowa and if you asking me it’s time to try it bruh
Why you scared?
Why you ain’t prepared?
Homie staring, saying what is in your hair?
Bro I’m aware that it look like I do it, I don’t care
Cause if it help with the babies than I got plenty to share
You see me shoot like Mcgrady I’m floating high in the air
Stay whipping late
Looking shady
It’s crazy
How he so tired and lazy?
Keeping up, creeping up daily
D-Mummy see money maybe
But when it’s time to play the game I’m going full orangutan
Because the people taking blame are boutta run around the drain
Till all the runners in pain, get told to obstain
We got shit to say
Ay bro they be loading the spray
It’s time for take-off
You tryna hit the bake-off?
Let me see who been a fake (Aw)
Don’t got the time to wait nah
I don’t wanna be told when to fold
That shit typical
My fingers hella cold
The diamonds I don’t have but I rap about all identical
You cannot love these dudes
You cannot trust these snitches
You cannot bust these fools
They all be making switches
Do not mess with my goons
Wake up with all these stitches
Dropping a couple tunes
Burn all the gas, only me in the room
You see me show up to class, but never mess with no zoom
I always end up in last and get ahead again in June
Yeah it’s the move
The pace you taking surely waking up inside a tomb

I’m trapped with people destroying my sanity
Legacy made on profanity
You like amphetamines
And we like ketamine
Just like a Kennedy, I’m blowing yo dome back
Pretending like you didn’t know that
Yo, I ain’t holding your bro back
I’m the one taking the photos call me Kodak
(Click click click)
Hey bro
Bring it back to where it’s at
All this cap about yo gat make me a cat
So here’s a mac
I got food upon my plate
And I got moves
That’s hard to make
But it’s the journey
It’s the mission
Homie, how can I relate?
Look at my state
This is Iowa and if you asking me it’s time to try it bruh
Why you scared?
Why you ain’t prepared?
Homie staring, saying what is in your hair?
Bro I’m aware that it look like I do it, I don’t care
Cause if it help with the babies than I got plenty to share
You see me shoot like Mcgrady I’m floating high in the air
Stay whipping late
Looking shady
It’s crazy
How he so tired and lazy?
Keeping up, creeping up daily
D-Mummy see money maybe
But when it’s time to play the game I’m going full orangutan
Because the people taking blame are boutta run around the drain
Till all the runners in pain, get told to obstain
We got shit to say
Ay bro they be loading the spray
It’s time for take-off
You tryna hit the bake-off?
Let me see who been a fake (Aw)
Don’t got the time to wait nah
I don’t wanna be told when to fold
That shit typical
My fingers hella cold
The diamonds I don’t have but I rap about all identical
You cannot love these dudes
You cannot trust these snitches
You cannot bust these fools
They all be making switches
Do not mess with my goons
Wake up with all these stitches
Dropping a couple tunes
Burn all the gas, only me in the room
You see me show up to class, but never mess with no zoom
I always end up in last and get ahead again in June
Yeah it’s the move
The pace you taking surely waking up inside a tomb