Текст песни D.O.A

La, da, da, da
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye
(Good riddance!)

Hold up, only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin, begin

This is anti-Auto-Tune, death of the ring tone
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing-alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blond
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song

Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don't have melodies
This shit make niggas wanna go and commit felonies

Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn
I know we facing a recession
But the music y'all making
Gonna make it the Great Depression

Your lack of aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set, men
Nigga, this shit violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence

La, da, da, da
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye

Hold up, only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin, begin

Hold up, this ain't a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made this just for Flex 'n Mr. Cee
I want niggas to feel threatened

Stop your blood clot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
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Your colors too bright, your voice too light
(That's too far nigga!)

I might wear black four years straight
I might bring back Versace shades
This ain't for Z100
'Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 100

This is for Hot 9-7
The shit for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in
Nigga, this shit violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence

La, da, da, da
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye

Hold-up, only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin, begin

Hold up, this shit need a verse from Jeezy
(Hey!)
I might send this to the mix-tape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on it
Get this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it

Fifty-thou to style on this
I just don't need nobody to smile on this
Y'all niggas singing too much
Get back to rap, you T-Pain-in' too much

I'm a multi-millionaire
So how is it I'm still the hardest nigga here?
I don't be in the project hallway
Talking 'bout how I be in the project all day

That sounds stupid to me
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me
Nigga, just get violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence

La, da, da, da
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye