Artist: Don Q Album: Renegade (S) Song: Renegade (Freestyle) Typed by: AZ Lyrics Take the shades off, they gotta see me for this one Throw the hoodie on, they gotta feel me for this one Don... Corner Stories coming soon, you dig? I'm sitting court-side with niggas that bought pies Talking boss vibes, they hustled and thought wise Had a lot of friends, now it's like a short nine 'Cause either they all died, in jail or crossed sides Look, it's non-fiction whenever the Don spittin' It's palms itchin', never knew his father, heart missin' In the middle of the night, and he caught his mom sniffin' Hard livin', bet you never see them scars healin' We just praying on a good hand while the cards dealin' Really feelin' like we ain't start winnin' till we start sinnin' Half of the time, it's murder on the back of my mind Packagin' dimes, young nigga just adaptin' to crime Never got a hand out, I ain't ask for a dime These are stories out my life, they just happen to rhyme And I'm destined for greatness, I expect them to hate this Trust me, your grind is never respected till you make it Liquor gettin' spilled for the niggas that was killed You can't see my eyes 'cause my hoodie on tilt We ain't getting no sleep til the mission complete We just tryna see a million a week All praises to the Lord Saviour I made a come up off them old razors Chasin' short paper on a corner til the force take us Bunch of law breakers, small hood, we was all neighbors And all the ball players turn to.44 sprayers Different kind of thrill when you pay your momma bills Fans, got a record label, nigga signing deals Them OGs had candy canes and candy rain Movin' pictures, it's new edition, can you stand the rain? This ain't a game, this a family thing, I manage pain Wonder when the damage came, certain shit I can't explain Friends killin' friends and they lit up a ten Over bitches and ends, tell me when will it end And I live through it, niggas tellin', I seen the real do it Momma told me "don't stand on that corner", and I still do it Since boot rooms, the kid been locked in like a group home Dropped out of class, made a killin' on the school zone Yeah... We ain't playin' no games, they know what the fuck it is