Текст Don Q – The Hot Box Freestyle
Текст:
Take the shades off they gotta see me for this one
Put the hoodie on they gotta feel me on this one
Don, «corner stories» coming soon
I’m sitting court side with niggas that bought pies
Talking boss vibes, they hustled and thought wise
Had a lot of friends now it’s like a short nine
Cause either they all died, in jail or crossed sides
Whenever the don spitting
His Palm itching, never knew his father, heart missing
In the Middle of the night and he caught his mom sniffing
Hard living bet you never see them scars healing
We Just praying on a good hand while the cards dealing
Really feel like we ain’t start winning till we start sinning
Half of the time it’s murder on the back of my mind
Packaging dimes, young nigga just adapting to crime
Never got a hand out, I ain’t ask for a dime
These just stories out my life they just happen to rhyme
And I’m destined for greatness
I expect them to hate this
Trust me, ya grind is never respected til you make it
Liquor getting spilt for the niggas that was killed
Can’t see my eyes cause my hoodie on tilt
We ain’t getting no sleep til the mission complete
We just tryna see a million a week
All praises to the lord savior I made a come up off them old razors
Chasing short paper on the corner till…
Bunch of law breakers small hood we was all neighbors
And all the ball players turned to.44 sprayers
Different kind of thrill when you pay ya momma bills
Feds got a Record label niggas signing deals
Had a lot of friends now it’s like a short nine
Cause either they all died, in jail or crossed sides
Whenever the don spitting
His Palm itching, never knew his father, heart missing
In the Middle of the night and he caught his mom sniffing
Hard living bet you never see them scars healing
We Just praying on a good hand while the cards dealing
Really feel like we ain’t start winning till we start sinning
Half of the time it’s murder on the back of my mind
Packaging dimes, young nigga just adapting to crime
Never got a hand out, I ain’t ask for a dime
These just stories out my life they just happen to rhyme
And I’m destined for greatness
I expect them to hate this
Trust me, ya grind is never respected til you make it
Liquor getting spilt for the niggas that was killed
Can’t see my eyes cause my hoodie on tilt
We ain’t getting no sleep til the mission complete
We just tryna see a million a week
All praises to the lord savior I made a come up off them old razors
Chasing short paper on the corner till…
Bunch of law breakers small hood we was all neighbors
And all the ball players turned to.44 sprayers
Different kind of thrill when you pay ya momma bills
Feds got a Record label niggas signing deals
Them ogs had candy cane since candy rain
Moving pigeons since new edition can you stand the rain?
This ain’t a gang this a family thang
I manage pain they wonder when the damage came
Certain shit I can’t explain
Friends killing they friends and they lit up a 10
Over bitches and ends tell me when will it end?
But I live through it Niggas telling I seen the real through it
Momma told me don’t stand on that corner, I still do it
Since boost phones the kid been locked in like a group home
Dropped outta class made a killing in the school zone
Moving pigeons since new edition can you stand the rain?
This ain’t a gang this a family thang
I manage pain they wonder when the damage came
Certain shit I can’t explain
Friends killing they friends and they lit up a 10
Over bitches and ends tell me when will it end?
But I live through it Niggas telling I seen the real through it
Momma told me don’t stand on that corner, I still do it
Since boost phones the kid been locked in like a group home
Dropped outta class made a killing in the school zone