The Don Yeah, ain't no drums in the beginning, dude You tryna catch waves, catch up on these intervals I'm doing more shit just for the principal and not for these niggas who be asking what bitches do I'm doing shit better, nigga, go figure Run a mile in my shoes until your toes bigger Cause your feet can't stretch into these holes, nigga Father told me just to stretch my hands I'm a vessel and I hope you all understand Where I'm tryna go is not the place where I truly just stand Would you rather be loved at home or alone counting all your bands I'm tryna get to that point one day in my life And my mama get that one car she will always like And I get that beamer no crazy shit, but some shit that's light And me and her whip off, tell everybody bye Yeah, had that one for a while But you know, it's Beautiful Frequencies And Imma holla The Don