5:18

Don't take offense to what I'm saying please
A wild nigga when I'm blazing trees
A while since niggas tried to play with me
Guess it's because I never let it
And give me credit man you should accept it
Score too high to get denied respect it
Don't post my shit because it's none of their business
Italian baddies texting me that they home and they all live in Venice
Guess you can tell I'm international with it
And that there's hella passion when I'm spitting
If I ever had a style that they bit I switched it
Souvenir flow under the tree niggas is gifted
I can see why they mimic
Maryland nigga look like he belong in Lenox man
Earned the name of Don this shit could never be no gimmick man
Now this game I'm in it I'm like Popeye off the spinach
I saw so many losses I ain't have no clue bout winning
I had to drop some hoes that only care bout what you spending
I know they capping on the gram they say they independent
I cut off any nigga on the same shit
Because you only strong as the weakest nigga you hang with
Or share your pain with
I hit up shawdy and she came quick
Talking my language
Find out I'm at the bar she leaving whoever she came with
That's all for now



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Writer(s): Brandon Scott
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