Sincerest Don - It's Life

This my thug motivation, my standing ovation
Ted talk's, wit the digi scale while I'm dusting off the mason
Tracking label's made us, overnight sensations
You know I say, what they afraid to say
Middle man a couple plates, on a rainy day
The closer I get, from this shit, my Donny Hathaway
And ask my mama
Still I stay quiet as kept, and still left with my respect
A couple muffs in the air
Not a blemish on my rep, I told my dawg keep your head high
A year and change left
We gon have his shit set and neck cold as Quebec
Untapped potential over west, simple tеrms, time to invest
Young Nigga told me
Sin flood it, been praying for еxtra reps
He fresh outta school, loans garnishing his checks
In retrospect, I coulda been there, imma let em catch his breath
And ion even cruise my side, unless the Dutchman on my left
Rap got me more than a familiar face, and to be frank
It ain't my taste, unless skipping first dates
Gettin fed grapes
Running base, till I get turf toe
The money good but what it's worth though
Bad bitch text, she at the front door

I be down
These are my Cardinal Sins
Damn, it took a while to get here
The success was emanate
Thank the good lord for my penmanship

Written by:
Wallace Fendell

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