Treon Don - Back In The Day

Woah
Yuh
Yuh, Yah
Treon... Don
Yuh
Yuh
Aye yuh...
I knew a bitty way back in the day
And now I say, go away
I cannot talk to ya later
You want some cake, no way
I got an album to make
And you're a throwaway, aye
Don't wanna see you again
And I got a show today, aye
Walking around with a tool
And its a semi, oh-aye
I cannot follow you losers
Cuz I'm a captain, oh-aye
I'm on the top of the cooler
So that I'm always froze, aye
Somebody get me some booze
I want the Pérignon, aye
I wanna scary hoe, aye
She gonna bury hoes, aye
Get a McLaren hoe, yuh
I'm gonna marry her, aye
And she from Pakistan
So we need travel plans, aye
I need a carry-on, aye
Can we fit jerry on? aye
I'm ready to die
I'm always falling behind
Never mind, let's rewind I'm fine
I think I'm needing more time
I cannot read through the lines
and everyone that I confide in
Also hurts inside
Y'all niggas owe me, and I need it O.D.
Give me my flowers before I get trophies
I will forget all the niggas that wouldn't show up when I called em
I needed some homies
Look at me levitate over opponents
I am a prophet and you are impotent
I am on vogue while you living unnoticed
And I cannot die if my name is still spoken
Treon is focused on finding his purpose,
he'll never surrender to all of you locusts
On some beat switch shit
this a new flow though so...
Sum to prove
Nigga come through
Bring more juice
I don't got a clue
What we getting into
Grew up in a white home, so I wear shoes
When I'm in the house
Never take them off
Uncouth
Making money moves when I'm in D-2
I don't wanna flex
But a nigga getting huge
Why you gotta diss on the don?
You a crazy nigga talking to yourself
Like u using Bluetooth
Disco bitch on my dick
I'm so fuckin sick
Anybody here wanna eat my kids?
Ima fucking villain can you niggas stop it with the killing on my ceiling
Tryna catch a feeling, but I'm unappealing, cuz I'm always in my feelings
Cuz I'm healing from an unexpected event that fucked me up
That fucked me up
And now a nigga digging up a casket
Cause all these niggas reaching in my basket
Ima die high with the money can't have it
But keep a few stacks in the cabinet
So when I go ghost I'm lavish
Cuz I will never ever be a has-been
Everybody wanna be a hero that's tragic
And now I got a talk to the ashes
That's Everybody that would look past me
Cuz now we got bad blood like magic
But they're gonna fade away it's classic
I got ya bitty on me doing backflips
Stickin' witcha nigga like a magnet
I'm weaving in and out like its traffic
While we in a two-seat coupe,
drivin' backwards, uh
I'm done with all these niggas
I'm done with all these hoes
I'm done with all the posting
I'm closing all the doors, today
I know I was chosen
I know I gotta go, without you
Without you
Cause when it all goes bad
You can't help but remember all the times you had
Maybe it'd be worth a shot to call her back
Don't call her back, your better off now, you know this
And I'm glad you noticed
I'm on the path to atonement
For a moment, I wasn't feeling helpless and hopeless…

Written by:
Rovert Domondo, Rovert Ndomondo, Trevor Katemba

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