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don q - don q & a1 freestyles on flex | freestyle #094 lyrics

[verse 1: don q]
the grams is back to 40 i think i just might invest
sh-t, i hope they dont report me, come to trap and i’m obsessed
come for the sack, n-gga that’s russian roulette
you know we come in the rack, yeah
my team, they putting up shots
but they ain’t the ones you wanna contest, yeah
my team pulled up to the spot
i hear ’em mumbling under they breath, yeah
you never witnessed a god, n-gga you looking now one in the flesh, yeah
my weed man gon’ come with the gas in the jar, one it can press, yeah
vvs cover the chest, i had to cash out in from of the gat, yeah
ice trail when i skate by, worship my name you get praised high
they wanna envision a great guy
so both my antennas is raised high
all you new n-ggas is nursing me
all you new n-ggas should worship me
and if your mother was ever a smoker then we probably knew that b-tch personally
internet n-ggas be searching me
i got ’em wondering how many n-ggas is under ’em
if you’ve been taking your notes and studying, hopefully you could be one of ’em
won’t see me stumbling outta no party i know how to move when they rumblin’
when n-ggas start dumping outside of the party and bodies start dropping and tumbling, uh
manslaughter on the camcorder, gon’ tell that hoe i got a plan for her
fly her out then i transport her she get [?] i give her xan water
let it be known that she was my hoe
i had to go put a stamp on her
remember we banging was renting apartments now you looking at a land owner
b-tch
hold up, n-gga
picture perfect watch me paint a perfect picture, uh
program from my direct cause i was a first offender, uh
close my curtains n-gga
i gotta be low riding
this whip i ain’t cosigning, uh
my b-tch in the pole sliding, uh
nah i ain’t profiling as long as she bringing then profiles in
yeah, we gotta clean up the ktchen there’s residue all on the stove pilling, yeah
you know i got evil intentions i’m planning on seeing your soul flyin’, yeah
it ain’t the secret with n-ggas you hit the city i’m the most finest, yeah
wait, even when i’m in west coast riding get the same love on on both sides and can’t even leave with the [?] cause this n-ggas want see me with full silent
remember back when i was slow griding
the money ain’t coming so rapidly
they rather me broke in the county, instead i’m raising my salary

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[verse 2: a1]
n-ggas is struggling i get a dollar and double it
after the shooting bro i walk away i don’t run with it
i ain’t even getting my bag haven’t fumble it
plug new robbers gon’ rob him cause he ain’t come with it
only with the gold, get the money because i gotta get it
pocket full of cash looking like i wallet in it
look in n-ggas pockets and n-ggas ain’t have a dollar in it
every trap house, every car got a chopper in it
tired of seeing all of my friends die
when the beef get real i swear n-ggas switch sides
i’d seen ball players letting they sh-t flop
and i’d seem scammers get a job when [?] died
ready and prepared for whenever they cross me
my dad never brought me sh-t, f-ck what he brought me
it’s all about how he raised me and what he taught me
my mom just lost her mom now i’m mad that she lost me
you better get in line, i was on the corner selling dime trying get a dime
life plus 55 years, see that’s different time
broke out sentence my n-gga held up his chin and cried
know how i feel inside?
make me wanna k!ll everybody and tell ’em: “pick a side”
pistol hang down to my knee when i put the clip inside
moving like air force. pistols come in different size
walking through the airport after i brought a brick inside
you trying get money you take risks
i be around ’em k!llers and them n-ggas don’t take pics
the plug turned me into the plug by the eight trip
any n-gga stood on my corner just gotta pay rent
gotta lotta respect, young n-gga got ’em a check
and you n-ggas that go against gon’ be starving to death
all these chain on my neck gon’ be telling i’m blessed
toughest thing i ever did was put my father to rest
i’m a man it ain’t break me, i’m tryna put my boys in position
how can you hate me?
my enemies ain’t die yet, you better thank me
and ain’t doing songs with these n-ggas they gotta pay me
how i feel lately?
i was born on high bridge, raised in courtland
thought i should know that cause i’m telling you to be cautious
love my high bridge n-ggas i call ’em they are offing
them i call my n-ggas to come spit on the coffin
and we from the bottom we dealt with plenty off losses
set in the trap and that residue had me nauseous
and we with the wolves and the suckers and then it cost us
now my brother sitting in prison cause n-ggas crossed us
we ain’t comfortable with the workers only the bosses
tried to take me out now we bulletproofing the porsches
we and big homies we label [?] enforcers
we send big homies and murder n-ggas for jordans
the sh-t real where i grew up at
the same block where karlton hines blew up at, facts
you gotta dream i’m just telling you to go forward
i can shoot and be the driver like a small ford
n-ggas want me dead, i’m just trying get the bread
‘fore n-ggas k!ll me i rather die on the prison bed
haters on my body i’m just trying get ’em off me
trying put my b-tch on feet, b-tch crossed me
no, i don’t wake up in the morning and get me a coffee
i wake up in the morning get my gun and sell it softly
n-ggas only carry they pistol so they can make it known
now i carry my pistol so i can make it home

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[verse 3: don q & a1]
fraud n-ggas [?] with my sneaks and [?] home
time to smoke a pound in the jeep my heart cold
tired to see a murder when i sleep the park close
n-ggas got murdered they weak i told [?]
just chill you got a [?] cheap
how you ‘gon pay em bills you get caught in that back seat
only told em that cause i care about em
know he a gangsta but them other n-ggas won’t be a man about it
i feel good just be on corners we took over
n-ggas got the mind of a kid but just look older
me i got the mind of a king i don’t pull over
hard to really count on the bodies that n-gga stood over
hard to really count on this product we had to cook over
and you know that body don’t count if you don’t go get closer
every n-gga you see around me don’t got a diploma
if that pistol is not around me that’s when i get sober
i’m tired to having this dreams of going broke again
make me wrong go to the corner and slang c0ke again
n-ggas trynna front me the pound i ain’t smoking it
look at the [?] took an hour to open it
n-ggas said that a boogie was robbedon that stage floor
tryna say don q wack they gotta pay more
n-ggas say oun fell off i had to make calls
n-ggas say stacks won’t make it but i’mma make sure
i’mma do whatever it takes for me and my mans
probably would’ve be with the feds if my pistol went jammed
i couldn’t picture being cuffed in the back of that van
atf screws and cuffs all over my hands
all you thinking bout is gain i’m [?] the jam[?]
momma said “they offered life, you taking the stand?”. nah
said i gotta hold it down cause mah i’m a man
“no, you might never see me”, but momma i can’t
n-ggas had ’em all cleared i had ’em in a bubble
now my stomach getting big i feel like my uncle
..tell ’em ‘gon love you
you could put these n-ggas on they still ain’t ‘gon love you
raised right come and get the money
putting work and i know the rules
cut this b-tches off, put my n-ggas first
f-ck this rappers put the money up better get this work
and these n-ggas b-tches don’t mean nothing cause i hit her first
flex, i’ma gangsta so don’t never try to pull rookie up
cause i’m running down on these n-ggas like get ’em cookies up
if a n-gga come a dollar short i’ma hook ’em up
and that 30 might turn in to 50 if i cook it up
i feel like i can run my city but i’m underrated
but i still catch a body with no hesitation
them n-ggas told: they ain’t even show no dedication
i’m dedicated but me and some n-ggas separated

- don q lyrics

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