Don
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I like this type of vibe
Yeah

[Don Q]
Don´t you ever question my greatness
Come see the legacy this legend creating
Testing my patience, your label gon´ have to check for replacements
The Wraith a call away, I bring it out on special occasions
Motha´s onto me
Used to hide my work right next to the vases
Nightmares haunting me
Feeling like the last breath I was taking
God was warning me
Now every morning I´m checking for faces
Now that I get paid to party, I show up and bring my army
Better off safe than sorry, I´m never gonna play Safaree

LA nights boogie had the Lambo, I played the ´Rari
Selling white and I ain´t tell ´em a word when they came and charged me
I never worked a shift, I got it from the first to fifth
I had to learn the tricks like stuff the bags and burn the tips
Christmas time I couldn´t tell my daughter I ain´t earned a cent
I had to hit the curb and pitch, I leave and I return with gifts
Made decisions to keep my momma with a place to live
And stayed up wishing that she never seen them dinner plates was missing
Where I´m from the young wild niggas just hate to listen

Cause the old heads before us ain´t show us how to make a difference
I feel upset, my killers check whoever´s sending threats
You still in debt, got pendin’ checks and I ain´t get to spend ´em yet
Nothing in direct, I´m still a living legend in the flesh
I remember deaths I couldn´t cope but dog I´m still a mess
Bitches left and I wish ´em best
I know she feel depressed
You the one it should effect
Your loyalty was just a test
Bitch, Don!
Bitch!

[Pusha T]

Back to the future how I hit ´em with the flows
This coop isn´t born, you need nine months to grow
Marty McFly like I´m nineteen years old
I´m Marty McPie sell ´em thousand dollars an O
Yellow gold, keep it classic
Big money been around, push weight Jurassic
Send your bitch to Aspen for her b-day
Send your younger bitch to Coachella for bout three days
Same circle pass each other like a relay
You live in, I land on, difference between our PJ´s
Niggas still making albums using label budgets
I get it out the streets before the label touch it
Take two years and tell the label fuck it
My kilos streaming in the streets without a single buzzing

Never wore all saints, retired Balmain
Ball players turn them shits into a mall thing
Showroom shopper, the clerk is scrambling
JW Anderson, I´m the mannequin
You highbridge niggas done made me fans again
And Don Q got y´all panicking
Push