Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Words of Wisdom, artist - Don Q. Date of issue: 22.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Words of Wisdom |
| 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 reef a call away, I bring it out on special occasions |
| Motha’s onto me |
| Used to hide my work 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 showed us how to make a difference |
| I feel upset, my killers check whoever’s sending threats |
| You still in debt, got plenty 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 |
| Don, Bitch! |
| 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 shop, the clerk is scrambling |
| JW Anderson, I’m the manikin |
| You hybridge niggas done made me fans again |
| And Don Q got y’all panicking |
| Push |