D.O.A.

[Intro:]
Everybody in my neighborhood respected and feared your Grandfather
All the guys I came up with said don't mess with Mr. Jones

[Verse: Topaz Jones]
I got, wanted posters up all over the block
How you 'posed to pose for the photos when opps takin' the shots?
Got 'em open with the bars, don't end up over the rocks
You n*ggas sweet, probably belong in a cocktail with some Schnapps (Woo)
School of hard knocks, all them lessons I won't forget it
My energy's so kinetic, my enemies so pathetic
They stealin' my whole aеsthetic, I'm keepin' it copacetic, uh
And that's only the tip of thе frozen lettuce
I remember gettin' rotten tomatoes in my direction (Uh-huh)
If you was salty then, by now you got hypertension (yeah)
The streets was amused when I debuted my collection (Word)
Receipts for the dues, I been payin' with my attention
Cut the tension with a paring knife
Aye didn't your parent mention ain't nothin' fair in life? (Hey)
'Tis the season for me to turn up the Fahrenheit (Ay)
They wearin' ice, quit the cappin'
For Instagram likes, with witty captions
"How ill is he with the rappin'?"
Snip your ribbon, rippin' the package
Need respect like Aretha, I'm young, gifted, and blackin'
Even though ain't no metal platin' my dental
My mental on platinum plaquein'
Brrr-brrr, What happened to that boy?
They want him dead or alive, (Uh) he aimed for your top five (Uh)
With that thang off his belt faster than an asteroid (Uh)
I got ghosts in my scope like I'm Dan Aykroyd (Who the fuck you gonna call?)
I bet they down for trading places with me now (Yeah)
Globe trottin', practice my "Bonjour" and my "Ni Hao" (Ha)
Ever have a son, he gettin' named after three thou
Da Art of Storytellin' is to blame when I peace out, yeah

[Outro]
Uh, (Woo) Dead or alive (dead or alive)
Dead or alive (dead or alive)
Uh, dead or alive (Ah)