Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don Season Pt. 2 , by - Don Q. Release date: 30.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don Season Pt. 2 |
| It’s just something you gotta realize, you know |
| It’s always Don Season |
| Yeah |
| We treat this as if there ain’t no next time |
| I’m ready |
| Ain’t no time outs |
| Who you niggas tryin' to impress? |
| (what?) |
| No second chances |
| Oh, it ain’t drop yet? |
| Its always now or never |
| The Don’s is back |
| Let’s get it |
| Aye Don Q it’s that time |
| Who you niggas tryin' to impress? |
| (what?), fuck who next (fuck who next) |
| Cut the check (cut the check), nothin' less (yeah, yeah, uh) |
| This the final four, we 'bout to cut the net (cut the net, nigga) |
| I get much respect, just another hustler blessed (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| You know where we came from, now just look what we accomplished (yeah) |
| Lookin' at my life, my nigga, you should be astonished (you should be |
| astonished, yeah) |
| Seein' murders while you young’ll have your vision tarnished (yeah) |
| Some of them was innocent, killers had missin' targets (uh) |
| Hating’s a contagious disease and it’s never treatable (it's never treatable) |
| Ridin' 'round with like 20 years in my vehicle (in my what!?) |
| Top down while I’m switchin' gears, new Beemer coupe |
| Even if it ain’t on me, you know it’s always reachable (you know it) |
| Accordin' to my senses (what?), I could smell death |
| His intentions was to shoot the clip 'til ain’t a shell left ('til ain’t a |
| shell left) |
| Keep your mouth closed, learn more, tell less (and tell less) |
| I look at life different though these new Gazzelle specs, nigga (yeah, yeah) |
| Uh, big dog, they talkin' minor shit, watch who you sidin' with (watch who you |
| sidin' with) |
| We came in here alone, so we ain’t lookin' for alliances (we ain’t lookin' for |
| alliances) |
| Pourin' red, I got a pint of it, it help my sinuses (uh) |
| They try to tell us play by the rules, but I don’t comply to it, nigga (nah) |
| I’m happy to see these rappers compete (that's right) |
| Really rather a piece whenever they actually meet (yeah) |
| This what the game need (for real) |
| But since we all up in the same league, I kept my aim clean for any nigga tryna |
| claim king (facts) |
| No mainstream, but you see that they can’t ignore me (they can’t) |
| It’s self-explanatory, to make it was mandatory (it was) |
| I told my nigga hit me whenever the grams is 40 (that's right) |
| I just opened the shop, he just set up and ran it for me (whoa) |
| I’m sorry, momma, I promise I wouldn’t do it |
| But my music wouldn’t be the same if I ain’t put you through it (it wouldn’t be |
| the same) |
| Made a change and I sworn to her, niggas picked my persona up (they did) |
| Guess they think they’ll succeed if they tried to run with the formula (nah, |
| never) |
| I seen the low ratin' they gave me, I looked the story up (I seen it) |
| You can’t judge my music 'cause, to the streets, you a foreigner (faggot) |
| I guess you can’t relate if you wasn’t a lobby loiterer (that's right) |
| Double up what I’m tossin' ya, then I think 'bout employin' ya, nigga |
| Yeah, yeah |
| It’s gettin' too easy, yo |
| Like |
| I do this shit whenever, feel me? |
| Yeah, yeah, uh |
| Yeah, uh |
| Let’s give these niggas a rude awakening (rude awakening) |
| They said, «Boogie was the one, you’ll never be as great as him» |
| (you'll never be as great as him) |
| They tried to throw me in the shadow, had to move away from him (I had to move |
| away) |
| Lookin' over and degradin' 'em but never breakin' 'em |
| My fans kept my name alive, to this day I’m thankin' 'em (I'm thankin' 'em) |
| Three projects back, to back, to back how I’m repayin' 'em (I swear) |
| They tweetin', «Herb, Grizzley, or East, please do a tape with 'em» (yeah) |
| It’s time to kill a comp, truthfully, I’m through embracin' 'em (feel me?) |
| It’s friendly comp, that ain’t dissin' (it is), ain’t no actin' timid (nah) |
| Ballin' with the pros, but I practice like I’m at a scrimmage, yeah (yeah) |
| I told Akademiks I ain’t got no rapper gimmicks (I don’t) |
| He respect the hustle, good, now it’s back to business (okay) |
| Comin' from a trap house, my niggas packed up in it |
| I don’t hustle out my momma house, I just bag up in it (yeah) |
| Somebody tell Hov, if he watchin' it’s time to lock it (let's get it) |
| Dodgin' is not a option, don’t act like I’m not a problem, yeah (yeah) |
| I’m glad Cas and 6ix9ine ended they differences (my niggas) |
| 'Cause the bullshit just get in the way of us gettin' rich (they do) |
| My first year they looked at me like a hit-or-miss |
| I ain’t drop a hit, but ain’t a payment that a nigga missed |
| Bitch! |
| (huh?) |