[Verse 1: Young Don]
Lotta people say they real
Lotta people say they real but they full of sh**
Open up their toilet mouths,Don't hesitate to fill the sh**
Opportune is all it takes when you tryna take a hit,Make a pick
Back to when, when I started making better sh**
Learning the basics of writing lyrics
I'm spitting, I'm kinda sickened
You n***as is actin kitten
Why you do that to ya selves
Put my music on the shelf
Threw some warning shots atchu
Now you asking me help
Go against the pastor preaching
What's my reason
Switching up like the seasons
See my motion through the picture
Ambition drive me differ
You can't tell me any different
Only i can tune my engine
Hope you listen
I'll be staring at you waiting at the finish
Only Rhyming cause its easy
Always knew that b**h was sleazy
Asking me all these questions like "why you had to leave me"
Im off doing better things
I could care less of what whoever thinks
Energetic like I took some 'phetamine
Better let'em in
I tell you how it is, I'm always serious
Mary Jane, opened up, nowhere near delirious
Once you take a hit it, guranteed you gon finish it
Too many aiming for the same dream
Time ticking, d**h come with red beam
Nothing is what it seems
Heart temp drop low
Like the weather does in February
This rapping sh** is temporary
Rapping like im legendary
But im only ordinary
Lyrics so extraordinary
It varies,through everything really necessary
Had these n***as seasoned then I cooked 'em like some culinary
Mafia Hit, Young Don, put this in obituaries