Don Sonzareli

No time to waste man
We in the rum bar
We plottin' strategies right now

[Verse: Daniel Son]
We be the midnight marauders
Jacket is starter, hurricane Carter
Duck the Impalas, victories flawless
Live life lawless 'cause we looked up to the God Fathers
Never laid on the kick up, insured I'm the bag either
In Miami tryna bag 'Trina
Throw her legs in the air I make her calf's seizure
Disappear in the black bеamer
Lil' man, you ain't no don you got your name mind fuss
Why you tryna throw shade at us?
Nеver drop no tape, where you sell those at?
You ain't, got no shooters never held no strap
Just some pistols in paradise
We the closest that you got to the streets in your god damn life
You ain't got no stripes cause you downtown taking pictures
Every god damn night, you [?] , you ain't got no sense
How you gon' keep winnin' if you got no wins?
Hold that watch you eat through em'
[?]
Feel the texts cause I bleed through em'
You send beats but rappers never lace em'
This shit here the greazy seperation
Invest all the bread you want what's understood needs no explanation
That shit mandatory, you preachin' the basics
Learned that up in orientation
Face it, have no style of your own, you tasteless
Heard your name was equations

Some shit like that man...
Dora the explorer, from Aurora
Fuck outta here man......