D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune)

[Chorus]

Only rapper to re-write history without a pen

No ID on the track let the story begin, begin, begin

[Verse 1]

This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone,

This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs

This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde

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 should 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 going make it the great depression

All y'all lack aggression

Put your skirt back down, grow a set man

Nigga this shit violent

This is death of autotune, moment of silence

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

This ain't a number one record

This is practically assault with a deadly weapon

I made it just for Flex and...

... Mister Cee, I want niggas to feel threatened

Stop your bloodclot crying

The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying

You niggas' jeans too tight

You colors too bright, your voice too light

I might wear black for a year straight

I might bring back Versace shades

This ain't for z100

Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 1 hundred

This is for Hot 97

This shit's for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in

Nigga this shit violent

Death of autotune, moment of silence

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[Verse 3]

This shit need a verse from Jeezy

I might send this to the mixtape Weezy

Get somebody from BMF to talk on this

Give 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

You niggas singing too much

Get back to rap you t-paining too much

I'm a multi-millionaire

So how is it I'm still the hardest here

I don't be in the project hallway talking about how I be in the project all day

That sound stupid to me

If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me

Nigga just get violent

This is death of autotune moment of silence