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This Thing Of Ours
by
Don Q
Featuring(s) : G Herbo
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[Chorus: Don Q] In this little thing of ours, swear this shit is more than music I be in the stu' for hours tryna put my all into it Kick the door and bring the team in, that's how you supposed to do it Success just brings you more stress, I still be going through it Even though it ain't no love lost, I took the gloves off I could rap flashy but the streets want that mud talk Tryna find out them drugs cost and knock the plug off Close range, stains on the snub, gotta wipe the blood off [Verse 1: Don Q] It get devastating, tell Satan I'm already waiting With my flame and I ain't scared to bring it right to hell and face him Asked me why I go hard and the money was my explanation Still riding dirty with my 30, ain't no registration That's why I got a check for agents once I rеach my destination He caught a case, knеw he was telling once he left the station Even when my head is racing, I focus on that bread and chase it You broke cause you kept complaining, it's all about preparation Every line on point like an exclamation He get that 9 and he point with no hesitation I seen shootouts in the park, that was recreation They was best friends but that jealousy caused separation [Chorus: Don Q] In this little thing of ours, swear this shit is more than music I be in the stu' for hours tryna put my all into it Kick the door and bring the team in, that's how you supposed to do it Success just brings you more stress, I still be going through it Even though it ain't no love lost, I took the gloves off I could rap flashy but the streets want that mud talk Tryna find out them drugs cost and knock the plug off Close range, stains on the snub, gotta wipe the blood off [Verse 2: G Herbo] I was in the hood with my SIG Never faced a bid cause I'm good at what I did Like a beautician, seen a nigga wig split Forgive me for my sins, God, I was just a kid, shit I'm a man, God, pull up in that Benz, God I'm just tryna win, God, split it with my friends, God Envy, hatred, I can peep it through my lens This the type of paper have you beefin' with your mans Blemishes and street shit, it was streaking up my brand Conversations with the Reaper, it was leaking through my pen Talk in the streets hurt us, language from that burner Only talking through them burners, practice murder, and I'll murder, nigga [Chorus: Don Q] In this little thing of ours, swear this shit is more than music I be in the stu' for hours tryna put my all into it Kick the door and bring the team in, that's how you supposed to do it Success just brings you more stress, I still be going through it Even though it ain't no love lost, I took the gloves off I could rap flashy but the streets want that mud talk Tryna find out them drugs cost and knock the plug off Close range, stains on the snub, gotta wipe the blood off
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