Donny

(Verse 1)

How many times you seen a **** get this outright

Mean that without spite, bigger than his spot light

Scrolling down your timeline, you’d think you see the outlines

Money in his posts, have him dead before his deadline

You know the story though, young black man wit bigger dreams

And for him to play the game, gotta play the other team

Otherwise he’s got the man on his back or digging his pockets

Now he gotta blend in, coz anyone a target

Hella no, gotta lure em in, rope a dope

Tryna up the score on me is hella joke

'13 King James, or like right now, Lebron

I stay longer, I be balling with my sons

Can’t have that on a personal level, I’m not wit it

Put wings on a snitch, but dawg, this not Quidditch

I get it, you ain’t built for that, you afraid to die, imma kill for that

What I’m bout, I know I’m real for that

Spend a couple G's, with the G's, on sone bullshit

Who shit gone touch me, you dudes all spooky

Renaissance spitter, barely ever heard any better

The way that I move is automatic on pressure

Let’s get it, oh no

Sliding on a beat, so cold

Bro I don’t bend, I don’t fold

Imma keep it a stack, by any means necessary

P City, spitter, emissary, come fuck with me

My brother waiting on the move, they know it’s up with me, harder than concrete

I see the lil boy in the shell of ya skin

I see you for the bitch that’s within

You know to tell a lie is a sinn

(Chorus)

**** who do you fear?

Don’t run

The killers are here

Don't front

The realest is here

Young **** on the street

Situation is wild

All the while, tryna father a child

(Verse 2)

Now who you think of?

Probably homies, probably enemies

Ducking felonies and misdemeanours

Screaming, "fuck all the deputies"

Probably a no face stranger

The point I try to make, that in this race we all up against systematic danger

What you scared for?

Everyday I gotta fight for everything I care for

I mean woah, woah, woah

What you scare scared for?

Bricks on the line, don’t know how you can’t score

For real, If I was written in Braille still couldn’t feel me, feel me

Moving in silence just like the real

What up to the hip hop tourists

Can’t knock the hustle of a hip-hop purist

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