Don Q Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #052

Lyrics

[Verse 1] It's don work, I bomb first, I never lost my touch Their loss is fucked from the streets to being corporate up It's awkward but I learned how to balance it I murk all my challenges, lately I've been on the search like a scavenger The back of the back, no, I don't ride in the passenger Actual fact, no, that is not in my character How can I complain? I could've been ridin' in Attica Side by side with murderers, robbers and traffickers You think all of the fame makin' me happier? The whips and chains made me a slave, so the diamonds from Africa, yeah They eyein' him 'cus I am him It ain't a 'I' in team but it's a 'I' in win [?] in from ten shots Silencer, you'll hear a pin drop, fire 'til the firing pin drop We will roll up on the hill like gym socks Wherever you wanna meet, let the pin drop Got a XXL magazine and it's aimed from the first to the tenth slot Yeah, hol' up This the playoffs nigga, I could never sit out Wait, let's see what target I'ma pick out As far as energy, you gettin' whatever your body give out Bullets spread, when they get in, then your body give out Next shipment that we get in I'll probably give out To behind the wall but what they get in, they gotta shit out You don't get your diamonds from the district, you ain't flexin' Those ain't VVS's, nah, go and get the tester You lyin' to the people 'til we go and get detectives We the fake jewelry inspectors You throwin' money in the club? Nah nigga, go and get investors Go and put that money somewhere where they can't arrest you You could feel the pressure, uh, it could get intense, uh Back room smellin' crack fumes through the vents, uh Since my last tune I had dudes in suspense, so After me, they ain't been amused ever since, nigga So start callin' it quit I'm raw as the product before the soda and the water get mixed Don [Verse 2] Road life got me losin' sleep but I don't feel tired a bit, uh Shows tight I do a few a week, every month I could buy me a whip, yeah Stove life ain't new to me, I'm 'bout to fry me a fish Need a hundred mil in the safe, but I'ma make 90 and quit They takin' my style, just give me a portion, call it a friendly extortion, yeah Loud pipes on the billy exhaust but really this shit get exhaustin', yeah I can't be a fool while labeled a tool 'cus they tryin' to see me in coffins You makin' your moves but play by the rules 'cus you know who really enforce 'em, yeah I got some bitches in Boston, after the strip club I go and recoup, yeah I like my bitches in groups, I'm seein' how many could fit in the coupe, yeah All my real niggas salute, from nothin' to somethin', I'm livin' the proof, uh My killers I'm settin' 'em loose, this shit ain't never gon' end with a truce The way we was taught, nigga, you gon' leave in chalk, yeah Think you totin', you a dub until we see results, nigga Fear of God all on my feet, I know Jesus walks, nigga Leave the court, light the spliff, put this 6-3 in sport Since we on the subject 'bout who really run it Talk about numbers and who really done it Food in the jungle and I come out huntin' Hit me with a bundle, get turned to a onion She want some bundles that come to her stomach I told her you buggin' unless you gon' bundle up Right on that corner with me and go— You see under covers, hit me if they comin', yeah That's the player way, brand new Patek man I'm just a play away, yeah I don't take delays, 24/7 I'm on it day to day, uh Heard it's a purse on my head, hope you got a receipt But I'm still alive so you gotta be cheap How you gon' silence a beast? Kick the bitch out like she not on the lease Pussy nigga I should make you bow down and go polish my sneaks, uh, yeah Look at niggas tryin' to copy, I guess they're just not as unique I took my shirt off right in front of the audience Red or blue pill, bitch I'm Morpheus I know reportin' it, what you want, I get it lined up and show you who core in it Different timin' better get in line and know you niggas whinin' put a cork in it Bitches slidin' watch me hypnotize when they hit the diamonds like a ornament I wanted that Ralph Lauren shirt with the horse in it, momma she wasn't as fortunate Now I'm investin' in land, I might cop me a ranch and it come with a horse in it I'm still investin' in grams, I might cop a spot come with a pot and a fork in it Oh it ain't hot? Then we scorchin' it, takeover the block then we auction it I always wanted to ball, they said I was too small for a spot in the tournament Ain't had shit for the plate at the offerin', but I had shit on the plate I was offerin', nigga