Don Flamingo (feat. Elcamino)

It's real life

It's real life

I woke up and grabbed my gun right off the coffee table

Constantly gazin' and daydreamin' about a bankroll

I tried to ghostride the Range Rov'

I had a quarter pound in the backseat

And probation right on my ankle

I go to church to pay my tithes, yo I'm forever thankful

I'm still pourin' out Hennessy just for my fallen angels

I still keep the hammer on me, you gotta be cautious

Catch an early morning flight, shit makin' me nauseous

I guess it was sacrifice that made us the bosses

Flight after flight, bitch after bitch, made me exhausted

You wanna win, just ball harder in the fourth quarter

You bein' pussy just lead to extortion

See how you crossed the line, and I made her snort it

I feel like Mondays is made for Porsches

I don't speak to many niggas because they lack importance

You talkin' money, step into my office

A few execs hit my line and made a few offers

But I ain't hear a million yet, ain't no need for talkin'

I'm already a quarter in, on some independent

I talk about the shit I sold because I really lived it

Middle finger to the magistrate

I fell asleep Sig Sauer on my abdomen

10 hour drive then, back and forth to Pattison

Pack was short, touched down from the port to the Radisson

Fully activated, we be aggravated, trafficking

Tapped in with Somalians, parlayin' with Africans

Bag snatchin' with the robbers, we be gafflin'

Trappin' with the mafia, mobbin' with advocates

Come to that revenue muscle, forgot we was professional

Grew up in the ghetto where them llamas was accessible

Never received a medal, but my honor was congressional

Live from the confessional, let auntie test the blow

Gave her fifty credit, she cleared her debt then bought me 7 more

Sippin' a Pellegrino with Al and El Camino

Workin' the pot, bet I can make it jump from the free throw

'Member that one time I robbed a Migo

Just another has been with a glass chin

These niggas Don Flamingo

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