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?