5100 by DON Swavo Lyrics
Verse
Its the D O N back in the family lounge
Fantasizing 'bout women that fall in love with my sound
My sound is a masterpiece
Been grippin the master's keys
To free up my nigga's fees
Just give me a hundred million
Id buy my way through the weeds
Take a step in the garden I feel like Adam and Eve
My Adam's apple it grew
From words they be the seeds
Deepest fish outta water you niggas not in my leagues
Fin for yourself or die when you land inside of my sea
Blood of God in my flesh I'm blessed I'm really lit
I should buy me a crib
And name it the land of God
He been a fan of my art
He flee'd the fleas from my dogs
He made a way for my dad
And even gave me my mom
Been sending me dope for years
So fuck it if you don't care
My plug is off this earth, my verses outta this world
Ain't perfect but shit I'm working, managerial service
I'm nervous 'bout spending money
Clockin' in, clockin' out
5 for 5, I'm 100
Iphones and paranoia
My lawyers won't tell me nothing
Maury Povich a bitch, if she tripping
Tell her I'll meet her there
Shout-out to Mr. Butler
Used to call up my mama
She told me weed was a monster
My mattress is on the floor, my closet is full of clothes
So I ain't worried no more
I won't hurry no more
But rushing yards is immaculate
Keep that shit on ground
If ya style is fly they gon' jack it
Polygraph em' they lying
They lines is everywher
My shine is everywhere
I'm fine I just rap
And turn these critics to Fanz aye
The west side Kanye
I might go, I might stay
My micro, might grow, micro braids
I'm just that laid on tracks
Lemonade on wax, fresh
All that frontin' is fallacy
Fuck niggas, I'm back
I'm good
I'm from the side
I'm shug, I'm Ray Leonard
Can't guard me I'm Marcus Garvey
I smell like straight linens
I'm money hungry and starving
Stand up for my guala
No funny money thats foolin'
No Marlon weighin' my pockets
Maybe a couple Damon's
Let's face it he not the problem
I do want a wife and kids
My girl think she want a junior
My mama she like petunias
I might just buy her a Rolls
Star of David my bank
Jewish money my goals
Hoarding all of my sneakers
I'm never selling my soul
Treat the flo' like its wet
I gotta stay on my toes
My homies forever wit me, they see it but never witness
Addicted to killin niggas
This week I had a relapse and, I might go back to the old me
Liam Neeson wit rappin
I'm action packed with the oldies
This that pack make you OD
House right there on the corner
That 51 on my jersey
The coroner come and find me
I'm right there where we was servin'
You ask me twice and I'm certain
Certainly where I stayed at
Imma die where I'm raised at
All straight facts lead back to straight facts
I'm back
Its the D O N back in the family lounge
Fantasizing 'bout women that fall in love with my sound
My sound is a masterpiece
Been grippin the master's keys
To free up my nigga's fees
Just give me a hundred million
Id buy my way through the weeds
Take a step in the garden I feel like Adam and Eve
My Adam's apple it grew
From words they be the seeds
Deepest fish outta water you niggas not in my leagues
Fin for yourself or die when you land inside of my sea
Blood of God in my flesh I'm blessed I'm really lit
I should buy me a crib
And name it the land of God
He been a fan of my art
He flee'd the fleas from my dogs
He made a way for my dad
And even gave me my mom
Been sending me dope for years
So fuck it if you don't care
My plug is off this earth, my verses outta this world
Ain't perfect but shit I'm working, managerial service
I'm nervous 'bout spending money
Clockin' in, clockin' out
5 for 5, I'm 100
Iphones and paranoia
My lawyers won't tell me nothing
Maury Povich a bitch, if she tripping
Tell her I'll meet her there
Shout-out to Mr. Butler
Used to call up my mama
She told me weed was a monster
My mattress is on the floor, my closet is full of clothes
So I ain't worried no more
I won't hurry no more
But rushing yards is immaculate
Keep that shit on ground
If ya style is fly they gon' jack it
Polygraph em' they lying
They lines is everywher
My shine is everywhere
I'm fine I just rap
And turn these critics to Fanz aye
The west side Kanye
I might go, I might stay
My micro, might grow, micro braids
I'm just that laid on tracks
Lemonade on wax, fresh
All that frontin' is fallacy
Fuck niggas, I'm back
I'm good
I'm from the side
I'm shug, I'm Ray Leonard
Can't guard me I'm Marcus Garvey
I smell like straight linens
I'm money hungry and starving
Stand up for my guala
No funny money thats foolin'
No Marlon weighin' my pockets
Maybe a couple Damon's
Let's face it he not the problem
I do want a wife and kids
My girl think she want a junior
My mama she like petunias
I might just buy her a Rolls
Star of David my bank
Jewish money my goals
Hoarding all of my sneakers
I'm never selling my soul
Treat the flo' like its wet
I gotta stay on my toes
My homies forever wit me, they see it but never witness
Addicted to killin niggas
This week I had a relapse and, I might go back to the old me
Liam Neeson wit rappin
I'm action packed with the oldies
This that pack make you OD
House right there on the corner
That 51 on my jersey
The coroner come and find me
I'm right there where we was servin'
You ask me twice and I'm certain
Certainly where I stayed at
Imma die where I'm raised at
All straight facts lead back to straight facts
I'm back