Worried ’bout his Monica Lyrics – Don D
Singer: Don D
Title: Worried ’bout his Monica
(Intro)
Ima … long ways awayyy
From having bread on deck
I’m working every day
But my momma gets my check
I never waste no time
I ain’t got that luxury
I’m curving hella dimes
Beat my meat religiously
(Verse)
Hella women asking, begging just for some attention
I tell them bout my struggles and they have no comprehension
Invisible when I was young I might swell get a suspended
My left hand looking better when they asking hella questions
Racist teachers growing up they loved to sign detentions
Hate to see me raise my hand up during the attendance
They like an all “pure” class I was the infection
Like get up out your chair you not winning no election
Elected congressman only worried about his Monica
Her hair and her eyes got him played like harmonica
Her head got him stuck, he don’t need no indica
His shirt all untucked, screaming bless America
While he getting sucked, the streets are getting scarier
The walk to school that’s deadlier, so safe when you are wealthier
Christmas time ain’t Merry-er, cold Chicago messier
One percent been eating while my fam got anorexia
Got my momma whip, and I’m driving 5 below
Still in hella fear that behind me lights will glow
They think I got a bomb they strip me commando
16 warning shots got us screaming falsetto
They used to roast my fits, since my sh#t was hand me down – ain’t no all white Stan Smith’s, had no drip I only drowned
High school filled with white folk trynna leave me traumatized
Angry with the White daddies with military ties
Type to storm Capitol Hill and vandalize
But when you take a knee they acting like they terrorized
They yelling crazy sh#t at me they angry like they stock drop
Be careful what you saying Brandon this is not your Xbox
First brown dude they seen in they life
Born and raised to hate me by design
Acting like they know bout my bloodline
They time in pain been shorter than a vine
My momma credit in single digits
Cash flow coming in make her suspicious
Paying off her debts mmm sh#t delicious
My momma credit in the single digits
JP Morgan cargo ship washed up tons of bricks
Ain’t no shiny badge stop them they in Partnership
But when my family jaywalking they hand a crucifix
Stricter laws for POCs they drop us like we Nip
(Outro)
You finna eat more than I am? boy I swear that’s incorrect
I been around allotta Brian’s so you better come correct
I know yo momma wylin cause yo daddy out here bringing checks
Yo attitude is trifling turns your face all red just like yo neck
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