You can call me D Money, out of the Bay Area, Cali.
Story behind the song
This one's for all the underestimators.
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Going home kinda late
22 stop, fillmore and haight
By my lonely, no weapon on me
Two fools mugging, they're not my homies
My gut says watch out, but I aint scared
Dunno what'll happen, but i'm prepared
Take my gold watch, hide it in my pocket
Anticipate their move, get ready to block it
Dude comes up and says he needs a dollar
I say I dont have one dude grabs me by my collar
Says lemme get your wallet, we'll let you go unharmed
I dont wanna do it, but shit, they might be armed
I let him have my wallet and he starts to walk away
But then he turns around cuz he got something to say
Calls me a pussy, fuck that, I say excuse me
I left their white T's red, their punches barely bruised me
(VERSE 2)
Errything in the last verse wasn't true
But in that situation, its going to
What, you don't believe me?
Think I can't fight, but have you ever seen me
In any situation similar to that
Then how the fuck are you, to know how i'll react?
More underestimated than jamaican bobsledders
Often ignored like junkmail letters
It's a great feeling, proving people wrong
Then they'll try to say that they were with you all along
Like they always have to be, on the winning side
Don't like the shit I'm saying, I must've hurt your pride
Am I making sense, hope you got what I implied
If not I dont care, cuz this my, this my song like clyde
I say what I feel and I feel what I say
Might say something Monday then feel different the next day
