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The Don's Secret Stash Vol. I

by Don C-Tzar

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{Verse I:} I gotta do it big, that how im reppin for the crib Wisdom for the wig, motivation for the kids You could be rollin in something stolen, Turn their homes into a trap macaulay culkin, And buying blues to smoke em, go ahead, pick your poison We all start with choices, i looked up to the pushers for pushin them rolls royces They trade a decade for a few cool summers stuntin, get out with nothin, try again and try life as a junkie, what happend to D.A.R.E.? Oh yeah they lost their funding Went say no to drugs to keepin it real, it go from keep your room clean to keepin the steel everybody outside, we sleepin for real, the streets aint got no love, we out here for the thrills Millies, marajuana, and mills, pussy powder and pills, This life aint as good as it feels when you hustle and deal Cause everybody turn they back when you fumble the sack {Hook:} Lifes a game where lose or draw you still compete I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps Everybody aint real watch the company you keep I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps Keep your ass out the kitchen if your scared of the heat I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps Don’t be out here in the way, you gotta beat with your feet I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps {Verse II:} Gotta go get a bag, i want it so im gonna get it Big bands and cold cash, we up, everything litty Everybody told me stick to the rules, i never did it How they told me to, wanted a change, traded my J’s for the Cristian Louvs I been trying to level up my class so im switching schools Big jewels and bigger tools, don't get it misconstrued We match cookies with the hotbox, and pour a purple pint in a pink pop, A scared money don't make money, we always on the block Im snowed in like tony, not a bit of smut on me, set it off like stoney I'm a mack like boney, the street like phony was stupid thinking she own me That unfaithful bitch aint gonna love you back, your chances better living through a heart attack How cross your mans for the bands damn who thought of that? Gotta keep your ears to the streets niggas be off of that {Hook:} Lifes a game where lose or draw you still compete I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps Everybody aint real watch the company you keep I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps Keep your ass out the kitchen if your scared of the heat I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps Don’t be out here in the way, you gotta beat with your feet I got my ear to the streets heard they playin for keeps
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Granny never raised a novice my propensity just mean i been a pro at this i remember eating dumplings with the salt fish and getting whooping out the ass good kid better city my father was always mad that’s where the aggression come from momma told me get that hatred out your heart son said it ain’t anger it’s the spark that lit the flame up so when i win standing tall at the podium my middle finger gonna thank him penny for my thoughts i need ben franklins a lot of gas so the inspiration never tankin Gervonte Davis when them my hands swangin leave them tat tat tat tatted up that’s a face painting this is a fable and the lesson is we only getting better kid I keep the bullshit and i separate I’m spitting and they jackit like a letterman trip to the east opened up my eyes and changed the plans the world is vast and fast cash don’t last learn to save your bread instead of chasing money you could use it to get more instead that’s been a known fact but how easily we all forget plant the seeds grow the green I'm a chia pet certified vet i don’t ask i demand respect fleece the whole game for a check like a Nike tech fuck a struggle rap i been making sure my ends met on top of that who can do it better bitch I'm Keith Sweat nobody I won’t shoot up the party but I'll pull up with raps kick back sawed off shotty Lodi Dodi slickest nigga not in wire frames still got the perfect vision homie we don’t see the same cash rules everything around me and weed set me right so i don’t snap and get locked up in the county pressure on my head like a bounty easy way to kill trajectory if you don’t got the right surroundings i insulate myself from the weirdos never catch me slipping all my steps orthopedic with the big sole Dr. Schols insoles so when i do the hustle all my dance moves looking like the heel toe
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Mack: The Bed Spring I said the bitch she been sprung, dippin’ the dumpling in the dim sum alternate picked the clit, with a plectrum You wearing the thing out, purity ring huh? My friends ringing at the door like a security system Loaff: I been crakin nasty hoes like pistachios, its all for the fun of fuckin if you ask me though said, she only like me cause my raspy flow, i hit it like a pick and roll, boy its pass and go Mack: Plaid be Mackin with a catholic hoe gettin smacked Off of smack in the back Vatican row Bitch been sittin with me forgetting what the pastor wrote Fuckin somethin go get a bun in the oven pass to Loaff Loaff: Once i get her in that bed then its bedlam I crank that like I'm soldier boy tell em Tell her loosen up the teeth its too much pressure Baby give bomb head she blowin up a lecture Mack: Mack Plaid I'm the best one make em say that that's my new name No i had to have it fresher, blazing new hash with a butane Don't you ever say you the new wave, was the weather until my cool rain Bitch staring at the Emerikas that i wearing, i call it shoegaze Loaff: Searching around trying to find Miss America, She’s searching for her panties but she wasn’t wearing em They said slow down young man you’re scaring em Fucked around and got us kicked out The Sheraton Mack: Gotta provide you stretchers, cause you guys move reckless With the current under the under glow, now i glide through flexin and I'm bangin on your front door, ten times your wetter Tell moms you raised a bunch of fuck boys, next time do better, bitch Loaff: She probably would if she fuckin knew better Its two F’s baby I'm a two stepper I got a little mamacita and she hot as two peppers in a crew sweater, but she cold I call her flu catcher
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This the life that i live wit a purpose Shit it be crazy at times it be wild it feels like im stuck in a circus Niggas don’t know where I be cause im too lowkey cause i jus wanna go put work in Livin life like a movie not fuckin wit groupies lil bitch wanna fuck because she want a Birkin Niggas hate cause they seeing you do better Ion think about that im like whatever I been makin these moves and they don’t gotta clue i be wit it cause i gotta stay clever Know they want me to drop everything that I got cause i gotta stay hot like the damn weather I been gon for a minute i know ima get it i just gotta grind for this shit Do this shit for my mom and my nana so fuck all the drama cause I don’t got time for that shit I been up on my grind Not wasting no time Smokin on runtz i be outta my mind Watching time go by Im finna fly When I go to the clouds I chill on number 9 I don’t care bout the stress A lot of bullshit in the world and I don’t wanna be in the mess I don’t care bout the stress A lot of good shit in the world and i wanna get my family set That’s the goal no cap Money ringing my phone gotta dash Gotta stay coming home wit that bag Money call never lag I be tryna get rid of the stress Workin hard for that rich nigga check Gotta keep it pushin straight to the end Working all day for that Muhfuccin bread (VERSE II) I been goin crazy I been goin stupid I been goin so insane I might jus loose it Aint no pick and choosing hittin me up cause I get money movin Hella lowkey got em clueless When i pull up the lame niggas pack up To myself tell them niggas to back up Only here cause I’m getting my racks up Only here cause I’m getting my paper See ya later Fuck a hater Finna ride around town ima skater Pick up some drip cause I need some new flavor Niggas be mad cause im livin well Try to hide it Nigga I can tell Niggas be idiots I don’t get it Ask the last nigga who said fuck Melv Damn outta pocket nigga Took me outta my barrier Breakin my character Fuck it i had to go sock a nigga What a shame I was high like a rocket Nigga When its time jus know we get it poppin nigga Shoutout my nigga Spazz he might pop a nigga Money callin my phone and im on it Nigga On a roll and nobody can stop a nigga Sometimes i get stuck im not liking the shit that I do Swear I’m meant for this shit nigga this is my proof make a change make a play make a move Making a difference Im on a mission Get a big bag diamonds glisten back in the cut & i know they gon listen
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released May 19, 2023

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