This Thing of Ours

What you gonna do when the Don gone come for you? I don’t got the time to answer calls, I’m the one that call shots Calling all my brothers, sharing all our own plots For preparation no hesitation to act our own thoughts Watch it pan with no pots, kick ‘em off like no socks Only rise up like stock, on the low though, I get mo' doe If the opps gone ring from Fro’ do’, then I gots to burn like Mordor Get this bouncing like a pogo, strung up like a bolo Did this solo on my dolo like when Kanye wore the polo Ride my ego like vehicle, down up in Mexico Feeling lethal like a regal, get possessed up like the repo Feel the evil from the people, watching you from below Envying all your success but never see the pain that we hold Fuck a Debo, I take whatever I know is mine Mind on my money, ain’t no stopping my mind Cursed from the climb, never stopping even if the curtains collide Can’t tell me nothing when I’m right on my grind Who you been clownin’? You talkin’ slick, I let it rip, when I’m feeling grounded You got regrets, my mind is set, my judgement’s never clouded That pressure hit, you try to quit but you can’t get around it Soon as you feel surrounded, you gone wish we talked about it Me against all you enemies, you not about it Tryna be what I’m meant to be, be about it Envisioning what you seem to be, we’ll see about it Rhyming through my teeth until I finally see a body Only if the shoe gone fit, but you been the target Known to crack whenever pressure hits, I can call it Let you slip up out my grip, but I leave you falling You Martin Sheen to the concrete like the Departed Feeling heavy hearted when I question where your heart is You light a match, I settle every match before it started All of the attention, I’m the center, so I guard it You fresh for like a season, I stay fresh through any market Double parked it, get my profit, then you see I’m back up on it With my mob, and I’m the Don so you know I Al Caponed it Dead in eyes, you realize I’m down to face any opponent Switching rides ‘fore we ride, won’t see me when I be rolling Feeling like a villain in my ville when I be chilling Zodiac, I make a killing with the ink that I’ve been spilling Know we at the top and you just barely made it to the ceiling Think about it, be about it, 'fore we have to get to peeling You don’t it when I’m coming through Silence in the room when I just make my entrance with the crew Drawing interest ‘cause our spirits really sick just like a flu All of that I done accrue before the lyrics that I spew Change the scenery, I’m seeing what I got up in my view On a mission and you know my eyes been dead set on you Smell the fumes, set the fire, only right I light the fuse Now, what you gonna do when the Don gone come for you? What you gonna do when the Don gone come for you? What you gonna do when the Don gone come for you? What you gonna do when the Don gone come for you?