Fears (feat. The Don, Fat Pocket Jeus & Tg Khairi) - Tg Nestar

Yeah, definition of a don It's like I gotta keep remindin' you and remindin' you Who's that nigga, you heard the kid Fly was on the casket of all those who oppose the squad us It's the motherfuckin' don Cartagena ya heard What? They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back Damn papi, you're shit is icey now In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out But when the don is on nigga close your mouth Yeah, yo, you wouldn't understand my story of life I live Most niggaz that really know me got life as bids The trife as kids, this ain't no scarface shit These niggaz really will kill you, your wife and kids I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on Had shit locked before I had a glock to even put my hands on Before I had the doe to put my fams on Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryin' to get a gram off A wild adolescent, raised by the street Mesmerized by the dealers and the places they eat And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the hand off Run upstairs, tryin' to sneak the gat past grand moms This is how it should be done, my life Is identical to none, son tried to duplicate but I knew he was fake 'Cuz every time I walked by he turned blue in the face I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop It's just the way it's done Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them guns On hold it down for the bronx in the name of pun They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back Damn papi, you're shit is icey now In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out But when the don is on nigga close your mouth Yeah, my name ring bells like a P O Put the pressure on a nigga like I'm right at the doe With the muzzle out, nigga can't shoke with my dough I'm at his mothers house Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's mouth Wave bricks, whips, jerked a few coke and next play the strip With chrome knowin' that they won't forget And on the weekends we shut down clubs You know them crazy Peurto ricans always fuckin' it up If I can't afford it, I'm a extort it If I can't cut it, I'm a bake it Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thorough bred Carry guns and pump heroin Never went O.T. I'm too light for Maryland I'd rather play the streets of New York Where the friends are guaranteed To keep the meat on my fork I'm just a hustler, feds put the tap On our phones in hopes of cuffin' us Then wonder why we livin' life so illustrious They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back Damn papi, you're shit is icey now In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out But when the don is on nigga close your mouth They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back Damn papi, you're shit is icey now In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out But when the don is on nigga close your mouth

Im popping his bitch cherry like a vitamin Im kicking it with yo bitch like im iron fist When i scale that shit up i feel like a scientist Gas too loud you still Smoking quiet shit Catch me up high like a pilot Presidential parking and im flying private Ima change the game like they change the climate All my slimes hard like onyx All my bands blue like sonic All these bags i aint even shopping We at your head just like a bonnet Still making a profit they stuck in my wallet Now they watching my pocket i got em Exhausted Cant stop it Wont let me out like akon bitch im locked in I dont wanna question your trust Im calling these lil niggas bluffs You get the drip and you start gettin rusty Im hitting yo bitch like this shit was rugby You hitting my blunt that shit got him stumbling Young slime making moves like the running man Im flipping this money im tumbling Aint one of us aint my brother man These niggas just talking they act like they one of us They cant see my face until i see a hundred plus Swear this gas gonna hit like a uppercut You know we came from the bottom like a southerner She like my wave and i see that she acting up It been a long day of counting and stacking up I count with my thumb and im getting them paper cuts Stay hot like the sun cus you know that we coming up Im stashing these racks away like its a tummy tuck The racks in my sofa you know thats a money tuck The M for Milwaukee you know that we having bucks Yea We having vibes for real You cant smell the bag its sealed I stand on the top King of the hill Yea we going nonstop Cant stop making mills Im in a whole nother field No you cant get me to yield Me and my day ones having options And we aint made to be clocked in And you cant hang like a stocking Yea we gonna take off like a rocket Add it up bitch im making deposits Throw it up yea im randy mossing Run it up and they still jogging Cant believe they cant even trust the process These niggas gonna hate when you you making progress Making this money this shit in my noggin Im smoking exotic you smoking the common I be in the jungle with cheaters and liars We go to bed and them bullets fly Send the pack to will for them other guys Im hearing shit up in my crib its gunning time Im im her guts like some butterflies You niggas be broke and wonder why You niggas be broke and quit And just like nudy im back on my bullshit I handle my buisness i dont need a tool kit I handle my buisness they think im a cool kid These niggas gon hit my phone when im lucrative The way im running it i feel like a fugitive And what im blowing that shit is exclusive These niggas just talking they act like they one of us They cant see my face until i see a hundred plus Swear this gas gonna hit like a uppercut You know we came from the bottom like a southerner She like my wave and i see that she acting up It been a long day of counting and stacking up I count with my thumb and im getting them paper cuts Stay hot like the sun cus you know that we coming up Im stashing these racks away like its a tummy tuck The racks in my sofa you know thats a money tuck The M for Milwaukee you know that we having bucks