Hello - Cam'Ron, Don Q

Killa!

HELLO!

Rip Murph!

Talking to lead

I’m one of the last few

Had to get my respect it was past due

Through with my past

I just reminisce when I pass through

Moving them bags

Tryin' to get em flipped in my stash

Crew shooters that blast over the nonsense on the cash flew

Ask who was there when nobody actually cared

Real shit had to share his kicks for half of the year

And now I take mine and I take his daughter shopping

Same nigga pull up to your door with the.40 knockin'

I got niggas quarter coppin'

Coke in the water lockin'

All they ever knew was hustle cause they never saw an option

I’m hearin' the sneak dissin'

I’m tryin' to ignore the gossip

Third take better be an earthquake before I drop it

I hear the hoes ponderin'

I got a cult followin'

Joe Carroll, I throw arrows into your soul hollerin'

I probably not the most known but I’m the most confident

The most relatable, no debatable, most dominant

I’m in need of a blessin

I’m blowing weed to the heavens

Cause in my dream I was destined to see me speedin' in 7s

When you look in the mirror

And nigga see your reflection

Is you really or not

That’s the easiest question

I’m around OG’s

That was sellin' ki’s out the Westin

Never leave ya protection

And never speak off confessions

Y’all niggas getting lost on me

Only need a direction

Feel it when you look at his momma face

And see the aggression

DON

HELLO

Aw man

Harlem world

HELLO

High Bridge

HELLO

Bronx, Queens

HELLO

Brooklyn

HELLO

Staten Island

HELLO

Aw man

My bad ladies

HELLO

You gettin money?

HELLO

You fuck with snitches?

HELL No

Ok

HELLO

HELLO

HELLO

Aw man

He know killers

Ya’ll know Killa

Fast cars, speed boats, all sorts of villas

Bad girls, jewelry, drive-bys, chinchillas

RIP to Mike but I’m the real Thrilla

I’m done with that though

I ain’t beefin with the family man

Shit I’m still in the PJ’s like candy man

With dude sellin whole halves of candy yams

Despite that the garage look like candy land

Candy painted ain’t nothing about me tainted

Drove every car you name it

Look homie come get acquainted

Can’t change it or rearrange it

Disclaimer because I’m heinous

The 9 will make you famous

Blow!

That’s for the plaintiff

The gun range no goggles

The targets they testin nozzles

The bullets they on point

Them points you call hollows

In the club we get the bottles

We leave it we hit the throttle

Then pull up inside McDonalds with porn stars and models

Look nigga you can’t erase me, debate me, rape me I’m spacey

These bitches they want my baby

Nah baby, but you can taste me

The guns got no safety

In DC for when they grazed me

And I ain’t been postin' lately

Ya’ll would really hate me

Yeah homie, it’s a blessin

I’m here to answer the questions

I’m the OG Don Q was talkin about at the Westin

Yeah, yeah baby let that molly rock

Niggas suckas Imma start sellin lolli pops

HELLO

Aw man

She sniffed a line

HELLO

Damn that ass fat

HELLO

Down south

HELLO

Midwest

HELLO

West coast

HELLO

Aw man

HELLO

You gettin money?

HELLO

You actin funny?

Hell no

Ok

HELLO

HELLO

HELLO

Aw man