Dank Neighbourhood - Fifa22

Don't stay away
Don't fade away
Don't stay away
Don't tell me what to say

Don't even smoke weed bruh
Cause there ain't no such thing as a free lunch
In case y'all ain't hear, it's Don season
Game got cold so I had to bring heaters
So ill I just throw 16s up
That went over head just like a geezer
Imma take it all when I leave no Prenup
Made nigga at the awards, I'm tryna clean up
No lie I ain't even there yet
Running out of breath but I never break a sweat
Me and Marcel got a couple niggas pressed
Coming up we in the belly of bulimics you bitch
And I ain't even at the top of my game
I cut my wrist, and I just see ice in my veins
Partly Drip, and partly how I deal with the fakes
Expensive liquor is how a nigga deal with pain
I had to change, a nigga couldn't remain the same
In this thing, a nigga ain't David Blaine
I'm real with it, y'all gon' have to deal with it
I'm here to spit, and dawg I ain't got a lisp
I'm skilled with it, I gotta pay my bills with it
Ray Lewis way a brother tryna make a hit
If money talks Imma hear Mandela's longest speech
If the suite presidential I don't get impeached
And dawg, I'm a ticking time bomb
I'm about to blow like an old-ass light bulb
Here to crush bones like a motherfucking python
Don done snapped and I ain't even got a Nikon
But I got Nikes on
I'm killer on the track like a Jamaican
Imma die an icon
Bury me in booty I'm rapper turned pirate
All up in your ear like a nigga Mike Tyson

Don't stay away
Don't fade away
Don't stay away
Don't tell me what to say

You ain't got style? Step to the side
Don so clean? Yeah I'm off white
I'm so fly I'm third brother Wright
Right, brother
Man never mind
If you don't mind
Got a bad Asian ting inside
Ordered in, then I eat her out
Guess all night I was eating Thai
Oh my
Never let a bitch double cross me
I'm, schooling niggas Don is feeling classy
I'm, dripping Swagoo feeling super saucy
Tai, tell Lucia Ma I'm tryna slide in
Ou
Okay, bring it right back
At this point all I want is stacks
Heard you told your girl I can't rap
When your shit on, man you might get slapped
When my shit on, even her ass clap
Way she blow me they call me sax
That's just FACTS, FACTS, FAX
Where's the printer? we need more paper
2019, no more favours
Moment of silence
This beat getting murdered
That's a wrap, like a turban
We don't fuck wit y'all, that's for certain
Mr. Miyagi way we swerving
Made nigga so I'm closing curtains
It's The Don

Don't stay away
Don't fade away
Don't stay away
Don't tell me what to say
I'm going away for the weekend
I'm smoking now I'm tweaking
I'm going away for the weekend
I'm smoking now I'm tweaking
I'm going away for the weekend
I'm smoking now I'm tweaking
I'm going away for the weekend
I'm smoking now I'm tweaking

Wagwan
What's the situation
I'm on the Rasta station
Doing the critical preparation
We doing some shit
Bounce around, like Limp Bizkit
On the fire
The Bitches are braaing my brisket
Lick da waves, and suck up the sunrays
The time is now, like every other day
We move to the dream
The healing of the nations
My constant situation
The momentary meditation
Rolling smoke free
Rolling like people giving me money
Goji berry bliss
Like an iron in Zion
We mash down Babylon
Achieve unity
Through rolling with the most high King Selassie, I

Studio Sound
Lazy Ways
Tree Radio
Bless up

Written by:
Evert Agenbach, Thomas du Plessis, Zuko Madodonke

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