Clairmont The Second - DUN

Lyrics

Aye, whoa

Don’t tell me what you like, don’t comment on my life
Niggas I don’t like, first to give advice
We not meeting twice if you silent to the wife
Been hard to be quiet, they ain’t putting me on ice
I done been on eyes
I done been on CRTs, I done been on wides
Used to be outside
Done being outside, too many niggas I don’t like
I should stop being a punk, parents done prayed over my life

Jamaican spots on Jane got me red sauce on the fried
Always hella broke, borrow money from the guys
Had to give it back in quarters if they gave a five
Mom was back at school, the money low but it’s inspiring
What a different time
Drifting in the Acura if Hezi got the ride
Got back from the dealership, now I’m whipping mine
Ain’t rode a bus in time
Shoutout my homie God
Been waiting for that lob
If you want the old me you should go back to him
The avenue construction got the block in ruins
I’m laughing at them talking way more than they moving
Not a movie, never played somebody, other angles to me
Ah

Prayed over my life
Don’t expect a conversation not naming a price
Aye
I’m done letting y’all slide
All the bills to my ‘rents don’t cut me no slack to figure out life
Aye
Prayed over my life
I’m done letting y’all slide
Done being outside, too many niggas I don’t like
I should stop being a punk, parents done prayed over my

Lil Mont From The Ave