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Meth Cloud Requiem (D.W.D. Flow)

Gabe Doss

**Title: "Straight Out the Gate (D.W.D. Freestyle)"** **[Shortened | 1250 Characters | Pure Pressure]** --- Straight out the gate with a meth cloud aura, Glass pipe knight, crown floatin' in the flora. Booty bump queen ridin’ stick like infernal, Pain in my chest, but the drip eternal. Ten toes in mud, still steppin’ like God, With a Tec in my grip and a nod from the squad. Backstreet lessons, pain on replay, Still duckin' snitches like I'm runnin’ relays. Whip game vicious, the burner ain’t shy, Demons in the rearview, angels in the sky. Talkin’ to the ghosts that never made it out, Pour a lil purple when I’m dealin’ with doubt. Cut from a cloth that’s stitched with crime, But I’m tryin’ to make heaven out a methhead’s rhyme. Ain’t no rehab for a poet with a past, I bleed DWD ink, and I spit it like gas. Ghost a fake friend, keep the real on deck, Stackin' these sins with a gold Rolex. This ain’t rap—it’s a code, a creed, It’s Dough Pour Down when the underworld bleeds. --- No hook. Just truth. We kicked in the gate.

[Verse 1] Straight from the jump, meth cloud surrounds, Glass knight crowned, where madness abounds. Booty queen rides, infernal desire, Chest aches with pain, drip sets soul on fire. [Chorus] Mud on my soles, steppin' like a god, Tec in my hand, nod from the squad. Backstreet tales, pain on repeat, Ducking the rats, can't stand the heat. [Verse 2] Whip game cold, burner never sleeps, Demons behind, angel wings I keep. Talk to the ghosts, trapped in the maze, Purple I pour, to numb the haze. [Chorus] Mud on my soles, steppin' like a god, Tec in my hand, nod from the squad. Backstreet tales, pain on repeat, Ducking the rats, can't stand the heat. [Bridge] Cloth stitched with crime, a life I'm tryna mend, Heaven from hell, a methhead's rhyme to send. No rehab cure, for a poet's plight, DWD ink flows, spitting gas all night. [Chorus] Mud on my soles, steppin' like a god, Tec in my hand, nod from the squad. Backstreet tales, pain on repeat, Ducking the rats, can't stand the heat. [Outro] Fake friends fade, real ones stay true, Stacking these sins, Rolex shining through. This ain't just rap, it's a code, a creed, Dough Pour Down, when the underworld bleeds. [End]