Don Shulas

[Intro]
Brown bag money
You know what fuckin' time it is
Hol' up

[Verse 1]
Calm maneuvers, street scholars my songs tutor
Blunt full of strong buddha, fire the barracuda
Palm beach dark streets walk through em
Life of the long shooter, stakes and Don Shulas
Old girl said I used to break her heart daily
But I gotta hit the road and make this art pay me
Sometimes i know it’s hard to play your part baby
Through the years when we watched the same cops tail me
All the stress that I brought in your life
Late cold nights making sure my pockets was right
My blunt tone [?] to the ice
This game will make you and break you that’s the cost for the price
We on the rise, I took that for the team
It’s been months now, I only see her face in my dreams
That’s Marie
She taught me a lot I won’t forget
She drop me off at court, walk with me up the steps god damn

[Interlude]
She drop me off at court, walk with me up the steps god damn
She drop me off at court, walk with me up the steps god damn

[Verse 2]
Now we distant barely speak no more
So I dont focus, I ain’t really in the streets no more (Why is that?)
Cause you don’t change until you lose what you used to have
This game choose me I didn’t choose the path
You better off I’m not the one to build a life around
Plus we makin some noise it’s hard to quiet down
Tryna see how many cities got a Chinatown
Frequent flyers rackin' up the air mileage now
But it seems like It never happened
You was a better half, I got the legends class
There’s no doubt this ones for you like Teddy Pendergrass
They got the answers for all the questions I never asked
You was lookin for love I never found it here
24 on the clock, my final hour near
I learned to face death, without the fear
I’m just hoping you get the message it’s loud and clear