Donnie Does It Right!
When you see me, I'm not wicked I ain't runnin', let me pick it, I'm on a thing
Yeah, what is it? Fancy cars, sit and listen What's it worth? In the stage, sell your soul
You'll get paid, time is up, you're a page Now it's time to separate, all the dreams of my life, yeah
But what's the cause? I want my saving grace to Come down, so I never fall
Rattlers charging from the front lines So what's the call? Every ringin' on my phone, yeah
Mama, aren't you proud of me? I ain't been chosen so casually
God in this home, I ain't bout to leave Sitting out watching from the balcony
Pray for my death while they doubt me All the haters are on your knees
Praying to God that I'll leave you be There's ain't no mercy and nothing's free
When you say me, I'm not wicked I'm not runnin', let me pick it, I'm on a thing
Yeah, what is it? Fancy cars, sit and listen What's it worth? In the stage, sell your soul
You'll get paid, time is up, and you're a page Now it's time to separate
I'm a person, tells you that they don't like your nasty beats
That's because they don't know how to do it, they zag me
Never gonna stoop so low, I ain't from the dirty streets
But I'll never run away, cause I will just go be the heat
Butler, butler, on the court More than us, as cold as meat
It's a chain, it's a cross, but Lord God will set you free
Me and Donnie, that's what it is We run this whole industry
Independent, rising Ain't gon' give up, easily
When you say me, I'm not wicked I'm not runnin', let me pick it, I'm on a thing
Yeah, what is it? Fancy cars, sit and listen What's it worth? In the stage, sell your soul
You'll get paid, time is up, and you're a page Now it's time to separate
I'm a person, who tells you that they don't like your nasty beats
That's because they don't know how to do it, they zag me
Never gonna stoop so low, I ain't from the dirty streets
But I'll never run away, cause I will just be the heat
Me and Donnie, that's what it is We run this whole industry
Independent, rising Ain't gon' give up, easily
When you say me, I'm not wicked I'm not runnin', let me pick it, I'm on a thing
Yeah, what is it? Fancy cars, sit and listen
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Donnie Does It Right!
When you see me, I'm not wicked I ain't runnin', let me pick it, I'm on a thing
Yeah, what is it? Fancy cars, sit and listen What's it worth? In the stage, sell your soul
You'll get paid, time is up, you're a page Now it's time to separate, all the dreams of my life, yeah
But what's the cause? I want my saving grace to Come down, so I never fall
Rattlers charging from the front lines So what's the call? Every ringin' on my phone, yeah
Mama, aren't you proud of me? I ain't been chosen so casually
God in this home, I ain't bout to leave Sitting out watching from the balcony
Pray for my death while they doubt me All the haters are on your knees
Praying to God that I'll leave you be There's ain't no mercy and nothing's free
When you say me, I'm not wicked I'm not runnin', let me pick it, I'm on a thing
Yeah, what is it? Fancy cars, sit and listen What's it worth? In the stage, sell your soul
You'll get paid, time is up, and you're a page Now it's time to separate
I'm a person, tells you that they don't like your nasty beats
That's because they don't know how to do it, they zag me
Never gonna stoop so low, I ain't from the dirty streets
But I'll never run away, cause I will just go be the heat
Butler, butler, on the court More than us, as cold as meat
It's a chain, it's a cross, but Lord God will set you free
Me and Donnie, that's what it is We run this whole industry
Independent, rising Ain't gon' give up, easily
When you say me, I'm not wicked I'm not runnin', let me pick it, I'm on a thing
Yeah, what is it? Fancy cars, sit and listen What's it worth? In the stage, sell your soul
You'll get paid, time is up, and you're a page Now it's time to separate
I'm a person, who tells you that they don't like your nasty beats
That's because they don't know how to do it, they zag me
Never gonna stoop so low, I ain't from the dirty streets
But I'll never run away, cause I will just be the heat
Me and Donnie, that's what it is We run this whole industry
Independent, rising Ain't gon' give up, easily
When you say me, I'm not wicked I'm not runnin', let me pick it, I'm on a thing
Yeah, what is it? Fancy cars, sit and listen
When you see me, I'm not wicked I ain't runnin', let me pick it, I'm on a thing
Yeah, what is it? Fancy cars, sit and listen What's it worth? In the stage, sell your soul
You'll get paid, time is up, you're a page Now it's time to separate, all the dreams of my life, yeah
But what's the cause? I want my saving grace to Come down, so I never fall
Rattlers charging from the front lines So what's the call? Every ringin' on my phone, yeah
Mama, aren't you proud of me? I ain't been chosen so casually
God in this home, I ain't bout to leave Sitting out watching from the balcony
Pray for my death while they doubt me All the haters are on your knees
Praying to God that I'll leave you be There's ain't no mercy and nothing's free
When you say me, I'm not wicked I'm not runnin', let me pick it, I'm on a thing
Yeah, what is it? Fancy cars, sit and listen What's it worth? In the stage, sell your soul
You'll get paid, time is up, and you're a page Now it's time to separate
I'm a person, tells you that they don't like your nasty beats
That's because they don't know how to do it, they zag me
Never gonna stoop so low, I ain't from the dirty streets
But I'll never run away, cause I will just go be the heat
Butler, butler, on the court More than us, as cold as meat
It's a chain, it's a cross, but Lord God will set you free
Me and Donnie, that's what it is We run this whole industry
Independent, rising Ain't gon' give up, easily
When you say me, I'm not wicked I'm not runnin', let me pick it, I'm on a thing
Yeah, what is it? Fancy cars, sit and listen What's it worth? In the stage, sell your soul
You'll get paid, time is up, and you're a page Now it's time to separate
I'm a person, who tells you that they don't like your nasty beats
That's because they don't know how to do it, they zag me
Never gonna stoop so low, I ain't from the dirty streets
But I'll never run away, cause I will just be the heat
Me and Donnie, that's what it is We run this whole industry
Independent, rising Ain't gon' give up, easily
When you say me, I'm not wicked I'm not runnin', let me pick it, I'm on a thing
Yeah, what is it? Fancy cars, sit and listen
Writer: Donovan Gray, John Kasyzski
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid