(Verse 1: Don Perion)
Looking back on it, at least I have no regrets
I was whiling as a youngin doing things for respect
4 in the morning and I’m zoning, ain’t slept
I’m writing all my wrongs, but this flow i perfect
What the fuck do you expect, every track, gets wrecked
And I’m abusing ya beat, but it ain’t from neglect
Haters talk alotta shit, but NEVER say it direct
And only god could judge, still they trying to object
Dear lord, dear lord, will you please have mercy
And give me wings, a Lambo mercy
I paid the price, but they saying I ain’t worthy
Sipping lean got me slow, stacking money in a hurry
Ain't no worries, ain't no worries, I’m back up in the booth
These rappers want to lie, they know I’m the truth
And you know I’m kind of gone, getting faded goose
And I been killing rhymes, now ya boy produce
Deuce
(Hook: Don Perion) x 2
I'm putting on, but bitch you know gone, gone
I'm putting on, but bitch you know gone, gone
I’m putting on, putting on
Putting on, but bitch you know I’m gone, gone
(Verse 2: Don Perion)
I was gone, but I’m back in the physical
Heard a few bitches hating, but I’m used to the ridicule
But even when I diss, I’m dissin...subliminal
I don't give um any fame, what’s a private to general
I’m an animal, cannibal, man I’m something like Hannibal
N I’m feeling the hate, but its kind of understandable
Nobody ever made it, in the city I’m from
Nobody ever did, the type of shit that I’ve done
And, i ain't bragging, i ain't bragging, but yeah, i want my credit
So much money on my mind, i swear , i can’t forget it
Fuck a hater, yeah i said it, life’s a gamble, do not bet it
Watch the throne, ya, ill wet it, until the day i get it
The lord, keep on blessing me, haters, second guessing me
Life, keep on testing me, money, never stressing me
Give it whatever’s left of me, spit, with every breath in me
Feeling like the answer, so fuck if you try to question me
(Hook: Don Perion) x 2
I'm putting on, but bitch you know gone, gone
I'm putting on, but bitch you know gone, gone
I’m putting on, putting on
Putting on, but bitch you know I’m gone, gone
