Don Juan

[Chorus: Steelo] I'm from the city of Don Juan 8th grade [lunch] I rockin’ in Sean John One year later, I was chasing them pompoms Two years later, I was listening to Cam'ron Will you get to the damn song? [Verse 1: Steelo] Why you wanna fuck now? I guess we just blame clout Can't believe you kiss your grandma with that same mouth [?] surprise, I guess it just came out 12 years in so I see what the game ’bout Tryna catch my eye, I see you pockin' that thing out Long story short I end up fucking her brains out Now I'm at the store for the stuff that gets stains out It came out but I swear it don't look the same now And now she texting me about her new dress I reply, “Who this?” I'm just joking baby, I can do it That was last season, lets just put you in the newest Gucci Bottega it's really just a paper Of old white faces that money painted with slavers They gon' try to say that they love us more than they hate us But only wanna pay up if your rapper making layups I'm too old for the league, shit a nigga tryna stay up [Bridge: Steelo] Like nigga for real, like my, I had tore my ACL Well I don’t know if I tore my ACL for sure but like It felt like it, I didn’t get the MRI it was expensive But nigga I could really hoop, niggas knew me for hoppin' for sure [Chorus: Steelo] I’m from the city of Don Juan 8th grade [lunch] I rockin' in Sean John One year later, I was chasing them pompoms Two years later, I was listening to Cam'ron Will you get to the damn song? [Verse 2: VIC MENSA] Slime green Cadillac DeVille on gold Daytons at the wheel There's a P-I-M-P for every four letters written in its grill I could talk a bitch out her panties quicker than I could spell D-O-P-E-D-I-C-K hit them hoes like fentanyl When I was 17 my bottom bitch was 25 Cruisin’ 47th street like Tom in Vanilla Sky Snow bunnies and dope money it's all on Madison They think I'm a fuckin' vice lord how I be travilin', ugh You know my Steelo good green like Ceelo This baddie from Puerto Rico boppin' me like 'lil chemo Hockey team on my wrist Bitch skatin' on my necklace She see me gettin' to it Yo hoe askin' for directions She lookin' lost as she couldn't GPS it Now she pimp arrested for eyeballin' reckless My rosters acleticic Got black girls, white girls, Spanish girls, Killa Cam fur Get 'em, girl [Chorus: Steelo] I'm from the city of Don Juan 8th grade [lunch] I rockin' in Sean John One year later, I was chasing them pompoms Two years later, I was listening to Cam'ron Will you get to the damn song?