Da Vorzon - Blastah beatz, Cappadonna, Lounge Lo

I came up from a tough time, now I’m finally back

I got love in my heart and I changed my rap

I don’t worry about dudes talk behind my back

Because I’m good with the music and I love the track

It’s me, it’s big Don and I’m so full of life

Still praying for the day that God give me a mic

I pray each and every day and I pray at night

I got music in my soul and I love to write

While brothers kick dirt on name, just for spite

I do what God tell me to do, shine my light

Ya’ll suffer for mad years, been beat wit many stripes

I know what the ghetto like, tears cover my face to the sample of the pain

I inherited the streets like crack cocaine

All the while, yo I kept surviving it, money

Stand away from the knucklehead niggas and dummies

And still mama love me back

And I ain’t perfect, but I was blessed wit a good heart

I know how to work it, face it

Most of ya’ll gon' die over money

While I’m laid back chilling, where it’s nice and sunny

Now check it, I ain’t the type to hang with the crowd

You might see me at the spot where the music is loud

Classic R&B, a little jazz, spoken word

Posted on the sideline wit a crazy bird

Trying to take my mind off of the herb

I sip fine wine, when I was young, I used to do mad crime

Now daddy’s all grown up, yo, and time is precious

I reflect back on my seeds and all of my records

Feed my family with this shit, they gotta respect it

You gotta love me or leave me alone, there’s no half stepping

I grew up and I found out, the mind is a powerful weapon, and love is the

message

So ya’ll can stop fronting on me, you too far in the game

For ya’ll to keep stunting on me, Cappadonna the first fruit

Straight outta God mansion, never stuck in '86, I deal wit enhancement

Brothers make music and they steal my advancements

Cock suckers sit in a circle, watch me rap

Ya’ll niggas don’t owe me shit, but I’mma pay ya’ll back

To all my real niggas, this is real hip hop

And my niggas locked up, that sell that crack

Get ya mind right, get this track

To all my niggas that bust they gat, nigga, brat-brat-brat

I said the last time I stepped in the booth, I had the deuce wit me

Told niggas, send the shit down, because he shoots wit me

I’m in the building where them niggas, they pump hard

And give money, if cops come, yeah, and they run hard

Right where the stash at, yeah, I’mma blast back

I’m so old school, dope bomb in my ass crack

I left the past and the present, I’m past that

I told you my publishing is sitting on ASCAP

Fuck you, boy, take a walk and go ask Cap

And I be lingering, just where the cars be

And doing my numbers at a show where the stars be

Representing my hood, the good boogah get burnt out

And bitches called Sugar get turned out

Bring your hammer, the finger blam like Yosemite Sam

And if I can’t get you, my Stone’ll give me your man