So Says I tha Don by KeneddyTheDon Lyrics
[Verse]
What’s happenin’?
Salutations
Welcome to my realm
You won’t survive if you’re ostentatious
Flashing wealth and weaponry all up into your viewers’ faces
I’m more concerned with murdering competition
Ooo, the elation
Fuck relations
If you get slaughtered, that’s your own dilemma
Nobody’s safe from lyrical terror
Watch your neck get severed and your spirit delivered
Bitch, you best to lay down, don’t fuck with real G’s
Them capital O.G.’s, get shot in your knees
Now, bow down
Pocket watchers is stalkin’ you as you clockin’ grip
Pay close attention, because most of the time it comes from your kin
Now, if you cross me, I hope you bleed
I hope you bleed out, don’t cease
Never find peace, Hell is your destination
Hope they turn up the heat
As for your corpse, I watch it rigor mortis where you lay in eternal sleep
As for your fortress – oh I mean your home
Isn’t that what you call it?
I watch the neighborhood looters break in and get to unstocking your fridge
Your furniture
TV’s, mats, CDS, plates, hats, keys
Take off in your new Bentley
Causing hysteria to your family
They don’t know whom to call or where to go to get ahold of your personal assets that are getting stolen
Now that’s the first cross
You cross me twice, I have to come for your wife
No, not kill her
Not no murdering shit
But, I’ll murder that bitch pussy
She taking vacations, using your credit cards
Maxed out to the limit
I don’t tap out ‘til she finished
I finish in her mouth, told her don’t spit it
So, that’s copulation on your expense
That’s fucking you twice with one event
Don’t fuck with me, third time’s the charm:
Your last name might see the full extent
My flow sees no bounds, lyrical arsenal for expenditures
Sever your appendages, give it back to your family as my personal signature
At this point, I sense your hesitation, don’t pick up that pen
Don’t turn on that mic, exit the studio; don’t listen to your friends
They gon’ get you swept up by this genocide
Embezzle your revenue, leave you to die
But, their greedy eyes try to take a bigger piece of the pie than they can consume
[Hook x2]
Settle down
You gon’ get what you came for
You gon’ get what you deserve
Smile in my face while you fuckin’ me over
Just wait til the tables turn
You better not come for me
Cuz I’m lookin’ for you, and you know how I can be
So, you best to receive the wrath that I lay upon
So says I, the Don
What’s happenin’?
Salutations
Welcome to my realm
You won’t survive if you’re ostentatious
Flashing wealth and weaponry all up into your viewers’ faces
I’m more concerned with murdering competition
Ooo, the elation
Fuck relations
If you get slaughtered, that’s your own dilemma
Nobody’s safe from lyrical terror
Watch your neck get severed and your spirit delivered
Bitch, you best to lay down, don’t fuck with real G’s
Them capital O.G.’s, get shot in your knees
Now, bow down
Pocket watchers is stalkin’ you as you clockin’ grip
Pay close attention, because most of the time it comes from your kin
Now, if you cross me, I hope you bleed
I hope you bleed out, don’t cease
Never find peace, Hell is your destination
Hope they turn up the heat
As for your corpse, I watch it rigor mortis where you lay in eternal sleep
As for your fortress – oh I mean your home
Isn’t that what you call it?
I watch the neighborhood looters break in and get to unstocking your fridge
Your furniture
TV’s, mats, CDS, plates, hats, keys
Take off in your new Bentley
Causing hysteria to your family
They don’t know whom to call or where to go to get ahold of your personal assets that are getting stolen
Now that’s the first cross
You cross me twice, I have to come for your wife
No, not kill her
Not no murdering shit
But, I’ll murder that bitch pussy
She taking vacations, using your credit cards
Maxed out to the limit
I don’t tap out ‘til she finished
I finish in her mouth, told her don’t spit it
So, that’s copulation on your expense
That’s fucking you twice with one event
Don’t fuck with me, third time’s the charm:
Your last name might see the full extent
My flow sees no bounds, lyrical arsenal for expenditures
Sever your appendages, give it back to your family as my personal signature
At this point, I sense your hesitation, don’t pick up that pen
Don’t turn on that mic, exit the studio; don’t listen to your friends
They gon’ get you swept up by this genocide
Embezzle your revenue, leave you to die
But, their greedy eyes try to take a bigger piece of the pie than they can consume
[Hook x2]
Settle down
You gon’ get what you came for
You gon’ get what you deserve
Smile in my face while you fuckin’ me over
Just wait til the tables turn
You better not come for me
Cuz I’m lookin’ for you, and you know how I can be
So, you best to receive the wrath that I lay upon
So says I, the Don