Lyrics THE DON - DaProphet

Let's go

Too grown and I'm on my own
DND, don't hit my phone
Too grown and I'm on my own
DND, don't hit my phone
All maneuvers are evasive
I'm off the Henny, what the fuck is a chaser?
Hip-hop core with some R&B flavor
Too many hoes so they signing off waivers

Across the campus I'm highly respected
From nest to a den, the pen is my weapon
Becoming that nigga was something that I manifested
On the yard I'm the Don, man who woulda guessed it
Freshman year was a trial, procrastination was free
I told you on Members Only that moderation is key
I know I'm only getting older so it pays what I think
Make or break of my career in just a couple of weeks
Album drop around the corner tryna meet wit Jabee
Two business men at heart rapping from the soles of our feet
I'd tell him that hungry but not for the pizza or beats
It's just I'm way too talented not to be The Heat
I mean I been doing shows ask what I did on Juneteenth
I been investing in myself 10 fold best believe
Clocking in to work making flows folding tees
Selling Glocks to the thieves in confederate sleeves
Double knotted the cleats, forreal

Too grown and I'm on my own
DND, don't hit my phone
Too grown and I'm on my own
DND, don't hit my phone
All maneuvers are evasive
I'm off the Henny, what the fuck is a chaser?
Hip-hop core with some R&B flavor
Too many hoes so they signing off waivers

Never asked for recognition or social opposition
All I ever wanted was a co-sign from Cole or Kendrick
Dreaming of my dogs chasing success and intuition
I never call the shots if 12 answer with ammunition
It's crazy cuz yo girl pillow talking bout yo failures and how to please her
Got me thinking I'm the one she need like a Drizzy feature
Shoutout 6 God but the views I need come from my city's bleachers
So they pay da price to see what it cost when your not a believer
Too many demons & creatures
Leech's and serpent in sneakers
Laced up in servant demeanor
Running attempt to be dealers
Tripping against your own liter
While I recycle yo kitta she was so begging and eager
Painting her eggs like it's Easter
Told her "I'll be back pho da cookie" as if I'm cousins Keebler
Low key I been tryna smash since hulk was playing wit beakers
I rocked her boat no Aaliyah
City of Brutus and Caesars
Turned yo coupe into a Kia
Cracked out da womb an old soul like I was born in da eighties until the 3rd of 03 I cultivated until Ronald met Reagan
Executive sanction all over my franklins
Never taken payment from Satan, yea

Too grown and I'm on my own
DND, don't hit my phone
Too grown and I'm on my own
DND, don't hit my phone
All maneuvers are evasive
I'm off the Henny, what the fuck is a chaser?
Hip-hop core with some R&B flavor
Too many hoes so they signing off waivers