Dear, Don Lyrics – Blacdian The Don

Dear, Don Lyrics by Blacdian The Don

Don’t be nervous
Shoutout to the old me
Made it through depression and anxiety
Designer on my body cause I’m proud of me

They don’t know bout times when you was cutting skin
Starved to keep the body slim
Back in September when you almost let the reaper win
You was suffering but always made a way

Had to feast when it was too much on the plate
Sorry for the wait
Don wasn’t in the right state of mind
Got in your zone

On a different type time
Let me make it blunt
I call this strand advicе
Cut them folks off

Cause you really playing too nicе
You gon’ have to call it how you see it at the first sign
n#gg#s ain’t thurl like they talking
That’s a damn lie

You was busy hiding from yourself like it ain’t out there
You was busy looking for a cure
For the right prayer
It ain’t nun they business

I don’t know why they concerned
Every single bit of confidence
You really had to earn
Well you did that and then some

You ain’t feeling what these rappers saying like you went numb
You got more talent than these n#gg#s in your left thumb
Cannon how you beat your competition like a snare drum
Graduated 4.2 but you just went dumb

Can’t say you didn’t
Already played the hero
Now it’s time to play the villain
Hate motivate me

I would hate to be they I see y’all position
Looking up and feeling sad because a n#gg# winning
I really hate that for you
He a boss now

He on top
He can’t be beat
Really pressure
Shoutout out to him

He is me
I’m my biggest fan
Matter fact my biggest stan
You could never take me out my element

Like hydrogen
Learned to watch my back and my front
They wasn’t by my side
Kept my head on straight by myself

I got too much pride
Couldn’t give a damn bout these people if I cared to try
Only people never broke my trust is Nya, Eric, Dime
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Blacdian The Don Lyrics – Dear, Don

Blacdian The Don

Dear, Don