Doc of Don (Radio Edit)

Gift wrapping, wrapping gifts seeing my seeds happy Makes it better for conversation when I'm at events I'm so convinced that many men Wishing I die slowly as long as I'm not showing That I move coast to coastal I'm not so soft spoken Given them chances in the dark can't find holes I'm slipping in smooth slow infectious with cross bows If they could argue me toe to toe, they're going home They was not winning with the kid been home alone They DVDs bootlegged my boy this certified Lemons with a fizz boy this coke seems purified Holding up my weight getting questions like who am I When you know just good and well with your naked eyes This is the chronic, niggas with attitude, ruff rides G's who move in unit's, bad boys this us now When they hear that aw yeah, I bet you they scared now This wasn't a war annihilation your lucks out Pictures with the girls you wished you sniffed In a real motion event It's chilly around my side with some cold shoulders and switch Back in 13 we was dirty and catching licks Moving vatos call it no citizenships Salsa dipped in the sauce, morta boxing the whip That fog look is a trip Ain't I, sounding like him all eyes need to be straightened up Cause I'm liquor and I'm danked as fuck The real G's don't make mention of they moves Unless there's money to it, and me I'm in percentages Bigger, better ventage points vigoring Me out of my pocket doing stash Stashing the token flipping shit Beaming like the sun human man ray lordy lord They on and off me complaining complicated off and on I didn't really know more of off then on and wished me off to hell At the dock of spawn, doc of don They really think that all of this TuneCore that I'm on Giving people memories singing a bunch of songs My bars wasn't sitcoms, start playing at prom week Barbershops, nigga there's more to this shit I don't expect for you to get it all entirely fam Since I was seventeen, I had more hits than Miley fam At twenty-one I've seen like way more Kylie's fam It's like a raining introduction, but you smiling fam Yeah, south grove street shit seventeen EO