Artist: Dreamville f/ EarthGang Album: Revenge of the Dreamers III Song: Swivel Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Doctur Dot] Head on a swivel Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner, run up on you any minute, you'll be gone... Yeah [Chorus: Doctur Dot] Nigga keep your head on a swivel Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner, run up on you any minute, you'll be gone I know niggas dead out of desperation R.I.P my nigga Alan, damn I wish you would've stayed at home Learned to make the best out of shitty situation No complainin', no more Xan, I leave the medicine alone Y'all gon' swear to God that I'm changin' for the better Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I'm wrong [Doctur Dot] I done made it up, I done made it out I done made a way, we been makin' waves, we been makin' sounds Rappers hella fake, they papier-mache Like pinata, they can't wait to break, I can animate Promise momma she gon' see the day when we all okay All it really take is time and dedication, I pray For the hunger to be permanent, no matter what that make Hey batter batter, swing, bake, whip the batter for the cake [Chorus] [Interlude] I don't know what it is man, I just I don't think I'ma be here much longer man Somethin's watchin' me man, somethin's followin' me Somethin' want me DEAD man Pray for me, pray for me, PLEASE! [Johnny Venus] Hell, when I was young, I ain't had to pop no guns Nothin' crackin' in the slums you couldn't handle on your own Shit around my block where we used to knock Couple souls fly, wasn't nothin' like you guys which I loan Shit it wasn't nice, wasn't paradise Wasn't lights back to back to back, many nights was on our own Momma had to work, poppa had three jobs No we not Jamaican my sir but we all was robbed, hah Should've kept my head on a weave and bob, hah I'd rather be dead than to weep and sob So we solve any major prob' with the quick resolve Had to squab', circle that bitch up, feelings get involved Neighborhood on lock, fuck we need a cop?! That was way back way 'fore Reagan passed the rock Left us with a needle and a jumpshot Leave us countin' seconds on the fingers through the gunshots [Chorus]