[Verse 1: Veno Da Don]
When I’m on
These hoes, they gone love you when you on
They don’t give no fucks with you alone
Where was you, I did this on my own
Y’all done fucked up, cause you got me in my zone
Lately, I’ve been moving by my lonely
N***as don’t be on the same shit that I’m on, wait
This is not Kidd Nerdd back in the day, that boy is grown
She call me “Da Don”, I’m getting head while on my
You fucking with the kid, you must be bold
Keep it real, you do not want no smoke
My n***as 1800, we sip that patron
You need to switch your style, it’s getting old
You hate to see my like this
She like “this is my shit”
I told you n***as from the jump
I’m not the type to hype shit
But y’all the type to bite shit
Damn Veno, when your tape dropping
N***a, hop the fuck off my dick
I’ve been chilling with your bitch
She been chilling with the clique
You can have her in a bit
N***as acting like they been fans, ‘cause they smell me back on my shit
Back up in my bag, bitch
Back back back up, strapped up, never catch me lacking
Get em gone hat trick
HoeDatsVeno jumping out the Benz
I’ve been working, earning everything i get and that’s real

[Chorus: Veno Da Don]
Time and time again, I gotta tell em waddup
Hit the block and everybody tell me waddup
I come from a city where you gotta suit up
N***as quick to hate you once they see you move up
Time and time again, I gotta tell em waddup
Hit the block and everybody tell me waddup
I come from a city where you gotta suit up
N***as quick to hate you once they see you move up

[Verse 2: Willis]
Shorty called in, thug hotline
Shorty keep it moving, I don’t got time
Shorty intuition on top mind
Lil’ shorty make it pop like a Glock nine
Crash the whip to fight traffic
See the future on the dash, might pass it
Fuck with the mates, they drastic
Burning rubber, swerving lanes turned tragic
Just got a call from Veno Da Don
He said “the battle is on”
I told him “dawg, stay solid”
Always taking aim at beat
It be helly red dots like a Jackson Pollock
Excuse me and my partners
None of us went to college
But we stay solid, polished
And w get paid solid dollars
Come with me to fight for vision
I cut off all the problems, made a slight incision
Better give your tithes or pay the right admission
Only fucking with who make the right decisions
Never paid the rest attention
Never fell into it first
Death and taxes, Imma pray
Homie, welcome to the church
Better tell em what you’re worth