Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don Talk, artist - Don Q. Date of issue: 22.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don Talk |
| Yeah, Don |
| Don season, nigga |
| My life is a movie, I never had a script |
| Two bedrooms, single mother, and she back on rent |
| No job so my freedom what I had to risk |
| No, crack, or weed, you just had to pick |
| Every time we in the city, ridin' heavy in it |
| Black suburban tinted out with loaded Deasy in it |
| It’s a hole in my career if they catch me with' it |
| But it’s a hole in my head if they catch me slippin' |
| I seen them reachin' for my spot, I had to set the bar |
| They’ll never test the God, they seen what’s in my repertoire |
| I’m heading far, ya not as loyal as you said you are |
| Got backstabbed, it ain’t kill me, but it left me scarred |
| Couple close friends died, I had to question God |
| Highway to hell and I pressed the pedal hard |
| Catch a charge, legal agents want to see you slayed |
| Get treat like slaves and they throw us underneath the cage |
| Don season, nigga |
| You see the niggas I influenced |
| Let’s get it |
| It was never love, all envy from the jump |
| I could drop every month, you’ll never catch me in a slump |
| Young Gingerbread Man, they tryna catch me on the hunt |
| You gon' make me spend 100 on a Bezy just to stunt |
| I could never give up, I got the deadliest touch |
| I keep some bread in a tuck and blessings better than luck |
| Don’t ask if I’m winnin', competition left in the dust |
| You see how I’m livin', this shit on my neck is a plus |
| Bitches thinkin' they slick, I could smell a lineup |
| 'Fore I meet 'em at the telly, I tell Drugs to pick the 9 up |
| It’s a dirty game, you never know where you wind up |
| Witness feel the pain, they tryna pick you out the lineup |
| Pictures that I’m paintin', they ain’t meant for entertainment |
| Scared to travel cities so you got to make a payment |
| We was movin' sloppy, but we had to make arrangements |
| 'Cause niggas movin' like agents, your name up in every statement |
| Goddamn |