I came up from a tough time now I'm finally back
I got love in my heart and I changed my rap
I don't worry about dudes talk behind my back
Because I'm good with the music and I love the track
It's me it's big Don and I'm so full of life
Still praying for the day that God give me a mic
I pray each and every day and I pray at night
I got music in my soul and I love to write
While brothers kick dirt on name just for spite
I do what God tell me to do shine my light
Ya'll suffer for mad years
Been beat wit many stripes
I know what the ghetto like
Tears cover my face to the sample of the pain
I inherited the streets like crack cocaine
All the while yo I kept surviving it money
Stand away from the knucklehead niggas and dummies
And still mama love me back
And I ain't perfect but I was blessed wit a good heart
I know how to work it face it
Most of ya'll gon' die over money
While I'm laid back chilling where it's nice and sunny
Now check it I ain't the type to hang with the crowd
You might see me at the spot where the music is loud
Classic R&B a little jazz spoken word
Posted on the sideline wit a crazy bird
Trying to take my mind off of the herb
I sip fine wine when I was young
I used to do mad crime
Now daddy's all grown up
Yo and time is precious
I reflect back on my seeds
And all of my records
Feed my family with this shit
They gotta respect it
You gotta love me or leave me alone
There's no half stepping
I grew up and I found out
The mind is a powerful weapon
So ya'll can stop fronting on me
You too far in the game
For ya'll to keep stunting on me
Cappadonna the first fruit
Straight outta God mansion
Never stuck in '86 I deal wit enhancement
Brothers make music
And they steal my advancements
Cock suckers sit in a circle watch me rap
Ya'll niggas don't owe me shit
But I'mma pay ya'll back
To all my real niggas
This is real hip hop
And my niggas locked up
That sell that crack
Get ya mind right get this track
To all my niggas that bust they gat
n***a brat-brat-brat
To all my real niggas
This is real hip hop
And my niggas locked up
That sell that crack
Get ya mind right get this track
To all my niggas that bust they gat
n***a brat-brat-brat
I said the last time I stepped in the booth
I had the deuce wit me
Told niggas send the shit down
Because he shoots wit me
I'm in the building where them niggas
They pump hard
And give money if cops come yeah
And they run hard
Right where the stash at yeah
I'mma blast back
I'm so old school
Dope bomb in my ass crack
I left the past and the present
I'm past that
I told you my publishing is sitting on ASCAP
F**k you boy
Take a walk and go ask Cap
And I be lingering
Just where the cars be
And doing my numbers at a show
Where the stars be
Representing my hood
The good boogah get burnt out
And bitches called Sugar get turned out
Bring your hammer
The finger blam like Yosemite Sam
And if I can't get you
My Stone'll give me your man
To all my real niggas
This is real hip hop
And my niggas locked up
That sell that crack
Get ya mind right get this track
To all my niggas that bust they gat
n***a brat-brat-brat
To all my real niggas
This is real hip hop
And my niggas locked up
That sell that crack
Get ya mind right get this track
To all my niggas that bust they gat
n***a brat-brat-brat
Brat-brat-brat
Brat-brat-brat
