Don Q - Words Of Wisdom Lyrics
(feat. Pusha T)[Intro]DonYeah, yeahYeah, yeahI like this type of vibeYeah[Verse 1: Don Q]Don't you ever question my greatnessCome see the legacy this legend creatingTesting my patience, your label gon' have to check for replacementsThe Wraith a call away, I bring it out on special occasionsMotha's onto meUsed to hide my work right next to the vasesNightmares haunting meFeeling like the last breath I was takingGod was warning meNow every morning I'm checking for facesNow that I get paid to party, I show up and bring my armyBetter off safe than sorry, I'm never gonna play SafareeLA nights boogie had the Lambo, I played the 'RariSelling white and I ain't tell 'em a word when they came and charged meI never worked a shift, I got it from the first to fifthI had to learn the tricks like stuff the bags and burn the tipsChristmas time I couldn't tell my daughter I ain't earned a centI had to hit the curb and pitch, I leave and I return with giftsMade decisions to keep my momma with a place to liveAnd stayed up wishing that she never seen them dinner plates was missingWhere I'm from the young wild niggas just hate to listenCause the old heads before us ain't show us how to make a differenceI feel upset, my killers check whoever's sending threatsYou still in debt, got pendin’ checks and I ain't get to spend 'em yetNothing in direct, I'm still a living legend in the fleshI remember deaths I couldn't cope but dog I'm still a mess*****es left and I wish 'em bestI know she feel depressedYou the one it should effectYour loyalty was just a test*****, Don!*****![Verse 2: Pusha T]Back to the future how I hit 'em with the flowsThis coop isn't born, you need nine months to growMarty McFly like I'm nineteen years oldI'm Marty McPie sell 'em thousand dollars an OYellow gold, keep it classicBig money been around, push weight JurassicSend your ***** to Aspen for her b-daySend your younger ***** to Coachella for bout three daysSame circle pass each other like a relayYou live in, I land on, difference between our PJ'sNiggas still making albums using label budgetsI get it out the streets before the label touch itTake two years and tell the label ***** itMy kilos streaming in the streets without a single buzzingNever wore all saints, retired BalmainBall players turn them shits into a mall thingShowroom shopper, the clerk is scramblingJW Anderson, I'm the mannequinYou highbridge niggas done made me fans againAnd Don Q got y'all panickingPush
