Lyrics DC Rage Fest by Kid Cudi

I'm on the ave smoking good za
Don’t talk to n***as still rockin' raw
Get so fly, I could stand next to Jah
Good God Almighty, look at this n***a yall
Exotic, exotic n***as want no smoke
U huff & puff, won’t blow nothing down
Everyone know who real in town
Everyone know u a red nose clown
In DC, everyone’s a builder
Bob, in fact, we all got drillers
But not everyone’s a killer
Fakin' for Twitter
He a cam girl how he dance on triller
Getting f**ked by his bro’s
Ain’t no money being made off that pole
U sold your soul for a few bags a runtz
Used your re-up, just to stunt

KILL

Chanel in this b*t*h
Take 'em back to 2015
Had Margiela & Rick Owen seams
Back to the future
They just catchin' up
Hey McFly they
Need a heads up
What’s next?
Replica, replica
Audio Technica
Put my headphones on
Get in my jam
& watch how I bam
U jhi like trippin' fool
Need to calm down

KILL



DC RAGER (AHH)
DC SNIPER (BOOM)
AIM FOR THE TOP
PUT PAIN IN MY BOPS
TURN POP INTO HOP
GLITTERBOI GANGSTA
SHINE A LIGHT ON MY OPPS
AYE MOE

DC RAGER (AHH)
DC SNIPER (BOOM)
AIM FOR THE TOP
PUT PAIN IN MY BOPS
TURN POP INTO HOP
GLITTERBOI GANGSTA
SHINE A LIGHT ON MY OPPS


AYE MOE AYE MOE, yeah
Kill I’m uptown with 32, yeah who are u?
Down southside w Donnie Khalil
Rob Van Damn hit a 5 start splash
Onna Wells Fargo
Talked to Montana the other day
He said new Skoke on the way

Respect my crank cuz
These n***as not f**kin wit me slim

KILL

f**k NY cuz my old b*t*h bogus
Wish her out my life
*poof* hocus pocus
I need more focus
& I need more jeans
I need a Telfar bag
For my Prada red beam

Yeahh- yeahhhhhh, yeah


DC RAGER, yeah
DC SNIPER
AIM FOR THE TOP
PUT PAIN IN MY BOPS
GLITTERBOI GANGSTA
SHINE A LIGHT ON MY OPPS

*glitterboi gangsta turn pop inna hop*

Kill, kill-kill-kill, kill