DC The Don - PSA

Told my mama, "Pick which one you want," she want that all black (ooh)
(I really be havin' it like that)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, go

Ayy, blowin' the brains (ah)
Eatin' crème brûlée and shrimp, they let some young niggas in Spain (yeah)
They done fucked around plenty of racks
I wake up get dressed, I'm fitted, yeah (go, Ooh)
I'm fresh at it, I'm kickin' their ass
Tryna get my pockets fitted, yeah

Ayy, it's a PSA, Mr. Put That Shit On Nike Fitted
Ayy, Mr. I Get Too Damn Fried, can't remember shit, I'm lifted (go)
Ayy, tryna live like a dog, I'ma get my get back, with my bitches
Ayy, I invited too many hoes straight to the midnight kickback, shit got wicked (what? Go, go)

Ayy, don't open up that voicemail, that was a throwback
I was drunk driving in an SRT, I think that you should know that (yeah)
Pardon me, had to switch my shit up cool, I got my flow back (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shit ain't been the same since my fam' did me so dirty, I swear this industry all cap
Yeah, trapped in my head, I'ma text your phone, send the shit in all caps
I remember you asked if I liked being famous, this shit ain't all that
Yeah, you know I'm straight on my own, but I hate when you don't call back (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hate that we feel like we only wasting time, it's okay (go)
Ayy, nigga, don't play with The Don, play with yo' bitch, get jaw smacked, yeah
So many niggas tryna take my spot, you get yo' ball snatched
Lil' Donny goin' up, tryna bully niggas, tryna get your ball back
I'ma leave my mark, I'ma make my M's, and fall back, ayy

Ayy, it's a PSA, Mr. Put That Shit On Nike Fitted
Ayy, Mr. I Get Too Damn Fried, can't remember shit, I'm lifted
Ayy, tryna live like a dog, I'ma get my get back, with my bitches
Ayy, I invited too many hoes straight to the midnight kickback, shit got wicked, ayy

Written by:
Daijon Davis

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