[Chorus: David Dallas]
Got enough to go around
What goes up ain’t comin' down
Baby, I’m runnin' it, light it up, light it up
Puff that shit, if your girl playin' up
Fuck that bitch, there's forks in the road
But hands on the wheel, won't let it go
Show you how, what goes up
Ain’t comin' down (Yeah), comin' down
[Verse 1: David Dallas]
Swear I don't give a damn, eighty-five kilograms
6 foot 2, complex of a little man
Always got somethin' to prove, nothin' to lose
Dudes just browsin' the net for somethin' to do
I’m really not fuckin' with you
If ain’t got no ambition, bro, then I'm cuttin' you loose
It’s like Chris Brown chuckin' the deuce, like nerds did with streetwear
When they saw 'Ye chuck on a suit
Tell your girl, come fuck with the dude, NZ's finest
King David, bitch, NZ's Highness
I'm in Harlem now, that's NZ's minus
Still, I’m givin' New York NZ-itis
That ill, that sick, that killer, dawg
Make 'em all notice the D like I'm Dilla, dawg
Your girl eyein' my D like we been involved
It's Ray Allen for three, I could hit it, dawg
Spittin' on anyone who think otherwise
While these other dudes stay writin' lullabies
Can’t sleep on my shit, keep you up at night
Can't cut the lights, 'cause you love it right
[Chorus: David Dallas]
Got enough to go around
What goes up ain’t comin' down
Baby, I’m runnin' it, light it up, light it up
Puff that shit, if your girl playin' up
Fuck that bitch, there's forks in the road
But hands on the wheel, won't let it go
Show you how, what goes up
Ain’t comin' down, comin' down
[Verse 2: David Dallas]
They say I got a
Hemisphere on my shoulders, now couple dudes
Actin' colder, but I got this rum and cola
So fuck them, I ain't pay 'em no mind
Extend your arm to shake, I'll extend my arm for a clothesline
I ain’t got no time, music is a slow grind
Cosigns don't mean shit when it's showtime
Sound so hungry, dudes thinkin' that I don't dine
You ain't busy livin', bro? Maybe you should go die
Sounds harsh but I got friends in hospital beds
Who'd give it all to have your problems instead
So stop sweatin' the small stuff, all could be yours, cuz
I'm tryna find a place to rest my head on the tour bus
I do this for all us shy half-casts in the class
Scared to try but don't wanna come last
Who woulda thought man, Mum thinks rap is just talkin'
Yanks mention Oaktown when I say Auckland
Nah, there ain’t champagne bottes uncorkin'
I’m still on the beers with a couple of my horsemen
Still doin' half the things, people just talkin'
Runnin' in shoes motherfuckers couldn't walk in, uh
[Chorus: David Dallas, Buckshot]
Got enough to go around
What goes up ain’t comin' down
Baby, I’m runnin' it, light it up, light it up
Puff that shit (Uh), if your girl playin' up
Fuck that bitch (Yeah), there's forks in the road
But hands on the wheel, won't let it go (You know)
Show you how, what goes up
Ain’t comin' down (Uh), comin' down
[Verse 3: Buckshot]
The life of a hustler, street survivor
I've accomplished constant trials and
Tribulations, my patience (Patients), prove
I'm the D-R, we are an oasis, face it
Militant mind, criminal cryin'
Piece on my hip mean peace of mind when
I don't gotta see no violence, we know violence
Guiana, [?] no island
When I say I stay high in the trees
Eye on my enemies, dyin' to squeeze
C-O-Ps see OGs
And hope we O.D., but dope bring more cheese
Rats in traps, they call traps
Perhaps they All Black and that be all fact but (Wait)
Fall back, don't fall off
Fuck swag when your dad in the black bag hauled off (Uh)
9/11 diallin', for heaven, they wylin'
Milk and honey, it's funny, the devil is smilin’
With a smirk, get a jerk, get him work
Callin' my seer, see, I [?] this is bezerk
[Chorus: David Dallas]
Got enough to go around
What goes up ain’t comin' down
Baby, I’m runnin' it, light it up, light it up
Puff that shit, if your girl playin' up
Fuck that bitch, there's forks in the road
But hands on the wheel, won't let it go
Show you how, what goes up
Ain’t comin' down, comin' down
