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lirik lagu don d - net worth

(verse)
don’t know what it feels like to be touching on a diamond
mind be racing and i fear it’s gaining h~lla mileage
hit my dab and choke to put my day on autopilot
feeling like the trees i’m burning f~cking with the climate

my school neva taught finess my bank account did that
the wealthy driving lambos while i’m driving with a flat
summer suffering only broken thermostats
years of suffering pull up with the coup d’é tat

like a fiending narcotic
this life i been living be feeling robotic
but still i’m so blessed to be brown and exotic
grew up with questions like “bruh aren’t you islamic?”

my backpack got the loud pack, keep febreeze in it
she wеnt down and sucked my soul she got the dеmons in it
she pointing at her ring finger she needa quit it
my hoodies and my huevos told me that she leaving wit it

no more nightmares since i got a plug (dreaming bout that bread)
honey jack dripping out my coffee mug
(i can’t find my bed)
looking in the mirror what did i become
(spreading much too thin)
when they bury me i hope i did enough
(for this sh~t i bled)

feinding for success and man got dam it make me itch
f~ck making that one percent i just want me a pinch
i ain’t never had no diamonds i ain’t been rich
ain’t no stepping back in life like luka doncic

non compos mentis and moon struck
come
pompous apprentice and succumb
to this relentlessness, the sun
rises and sets yet you see none
of it’s effects until it’s done
then you’d reflect on how you’d run
i’d take a step, your momentum
then you’d reflect on how you’d run

patience and will i bring forth
(no i never lie)
brown and exotic since birth
(iss my alibi)
nevver gone see me at church
(let’s get crucified)
children that get touched at birth
(need to testify)

my people only worth about a 8 dollar an hour
gotta cut our beards if we want us to get hired (naaahh)
the devil see me he apologize in advance
feeling like he always got a grip on my finance

thought about what i would put in my glove box
when i was no longer freezing at bus stops
to fund my next meal i traded with p~wnshops
then walked back to freezing at that d~mn bus stop

ain’t no money for the bills we got our car repo’d
pushing back my plans to take my family to toledo
debt collectors acting like we paying from a cheat code
debt collectors coming for the booty like they debo

gotcho girls legs wrapped up all around my beard
before i had this facial hair she thought that i was weird
but shoddy got a body sculpted by the hand of gawd
made me cum immediately caught me right off guard

food onna table. got ingredients
preserving our stash we hit skinny blunts
hit me the loudest weed when i smoke
(when i smoke)
holding that sh~t in till i choke
til i cho
only had about a fit or two in my middle school
roasted by some kids who always live in mammas swimming pool
…alll that racist sh~t that they be talking always ridicule
soon the difference in our bank account looking minuscule

white folk see the beard now they hesitant
i know that they hatin on the melanin
asking dumb ass sh~t that don’t be relevant
whatchu mean that you ain’t eating gelatin

(chorus)
not a dollar to my name
i ain’t got no net worth
eating off that fraud claim
even tho my card secured

i’m struggling it’s not a lie
visine to conform my eyes
on the clock i’m seeing stars
job performance filled with scars

(outro)
she cum like she belong broke her off like a twig
my shawty been so sweet, like godiva like her skin
white boys best not give me any angry looks (tho)
i still ain’t forget about that sandy hooks (hoe)

i told myself that this my last blunt about a million times
mamma asking if i’m tired, “i can’t see your brilliant eyes”
got my medicine in the air as it dissipates
i’m waiting for my bag and my house ….which awaits

- lirik lagu don d

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