[A Boogie]
The summers over before it started I took it over
The real artist I go and draw it then paint it over
Last year me and sosa was sleeping on sofas
Now I spend 10k just to f** up my sofa
I got love for my brothers Snoopy, Don and Bubba
It’s family first and we always look out for each other
The other day we was rolling and the boys pulled us over
I keep a stash boxI know they was looking for toasters
The block was mad hot we knew b**hes wanna come over
It get mad hot ya enemies wanna be closer
They get mad and then the person they [?] it’s over
It get bad out there n***a they should’ve know
That I’m a grown a** man I do what I wanna do
It get cold out there n***a so I be in the booth
Started out in the hoopty n***anow I be in the coupe
Come through in my hoodie I’m ain’t into an interview
Got caught up in the bookings gave the laces up to my shoes
They don’t wanna see me hang laces off of my Louie shoes
Worked on keeping it easy know how to keep my cool
All bankrolls don’t need to know what the pieces do
I don’t know why you begging told you b**h I ain’t eating you
n***as feel a way when you treat them how they been treating you
n***a watch what you say don’t play us start to believe it’s true
So notorious with it Gleezy with me he keep the tool
My flow so remarkable I go so retarded,loco
My clothes all designer though
I put bozos inside a chokehold
I go so retarded though put bozos inside
Na Na Na Na Na NaDon !
[Don Q Verse 1]
My vision is clear I’m the reason why these n***as is here
Tie the rope around ya own neck I’m kicking the chair
Man up stop living with fear
I’m with the same gang ain’t change
Too much traffic you gotta make lanes
First of the month? I could wait til that day came
Look, I deliver, take shorts and I take change
Guess it’s my fault all we knew was the sidewalk
You feeling froggy leap I ain’t with the fly talk
I got the key to the city and I ain’t making copies
Tryna get a key in my city? I gotta wait for papi
To make sure it’s all there you gotta weigh it properly
n***as watch my moves and try to plagiarize me
Switch plans n***as careers in quick sand
Pitch tan or go invest in a quick scam
It’s n***as that wanna hit u til the clip jam
So I stay close to an arm I’m like a wristband
I’m raekwon on the purple tape call an audible if they heard the play
n***as impersonate tryna perpetrate
Getting paid early I was working late
A job? I couldn’t wait for work i had work to weigh
I’m prolly on that purple drank or that brown water
And I’m still with them n***as that get the pounds ordered
He showing off for the b**hes then that’s a clown for ya
They only there when you up look
One of the last n***as left
Packed stash in the sweats
We just want to push fast cars and cash bigger checks
Cops pull up? I turn into flash in the flesh
Cause I came a long way from getting hara**ed in the jects
f** ya badge and ya check I spent that on a whole zip
Leave with my froze wrist if I k** on this road trip
Pull up to my old strip same block where the coke pick
Same block where the poles spit n***as shooting like “oh-“
White b**h named caroline she traffic in the caravan
The trunk look like an Avalanche
I move it out to Maryland
Always have a plan take your loved ones out the hood
Not a vacation my n***a I’m talking out for good
Look, It was tough times now we f** dimes
I f** n***as b**hes how can I trust mine?
Punchlines remember freestyling on the lunch line
n***as said he was nice in the school I’m who they come find
Look n***a Cuban linked up
With some n***as that’ll make you give ya Cuban link up
Pull up and they think they seen a brinks truck
Ya buy drinks
We just buy the bottles and let the b**hes drink up
School of hard knocks was the cla** we taking
Sad to say I’ve been to more funerals than graduations
School of hard knocks was the cla** we taking
Sad to say I’ve been to more funerals
Ima keep going with sh**
[Funk Master Flex]
They know what it is
It’s hot 97 funk flex
A boogie, Don Q Highbridge the label we here
[Don Q Verse 2]
This for them n***as that said that I never could do it
This that go and hit the Street commit a felony music
And I get it for the low you could never refuse it
I can get you the d** you gone sell it or use it
But listen I had a dream, to become a king pin
But the line between that and the cell seemed thin
My head above water I’m trying not to sink in
Its getting hard I’m already knee-deep in
They didn’t have no evidence on you speak then
Indicted yourself, you was only here for a weekend
Secrets you know in the street, you supposed to keep in
Went From a trip to bookings straight to the Beacon
I’ll tell you how it’s going to play out this sh** predictable
Your main b**h f**ing your mans she still visit you
Side b**h got knocked up She put a kid on you
The wounds you can see but the pain is invisible
When you hustle for nights thugging for stripes
Thinking that them fake n***as was your brothers for life
You just want to call home tell your mother good night
Make you wanna point a Vic’ out and blooded your knife
At this point you just feeling like nothing is right
But it’s apart of the game when you in love with the life
Hold your chin up proud
And I know it’s getting hard for my n***as in the yard doing chins up now
See i been uptown bubba been uptown
I kept it real for so long why would I switch up now
Still running with n***as that hit up crowds so when it’s on put the women and the kids up now
Everybody can get it everybody’s a critic but when you start saying names everybody’s a cricket
You ain’t even worth the bullets i got in the Smif’en
Might Take a Jim stahl fill his body with stitches
See I’m one of the elite coming from the street
n***as dumping out the jeep make you stumble out your sneaks
I just wanna blow a mil spend a hunnit on a Piece
They Looking for my tape most wanted on the beat
When you ribs get the touching and your stomach getting weak
We the wolves in the jungle that was hunting all the sheep
You Got to keep a stash whenever the joints came in
n***as tapping them bags I call it point shaven
You see joints blazing
They aimed thangs rapid
So close to blood it stain they jacket
I ain’t happy til I’m in that chain maybaching or in Power sitting in that James St Patrick
That’s a ghost if you lames ain’t catch it
Outta my mind snappin top of the line fabric
Inside pocket, I’m hiding the loud package In one of those you gotta have thousands to buy jackets
Faggots
Bridge n***a you know what the f** it is n***a
Don
[Funk Master Flex]
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