Don Q - Hello lyrics

[Intro: Cam'ron] Had to do this far my man Murph [Intro: Don Q] Don [Intro: Cam'ron] k**a! HELLO! Rip Murph! [Verse 1: Don Q] Talking to lead I'm one of the last few Had to get my respect it was past due Through with my past I just reminisce when i pa** through Moving them bags Tryin' to get em flipped in my stash Crew shooters that blast over the nonsense on the cash flew Ask who was there when nobody actually cared Real sh** had to share his kicks for half of the year And now i take mine and i take his daughter shopping Same n***a pull up to your door with the .40 knockin' I got n***as quarter coppin' Coke in the water lockin' All they ever knew was hustle cause they never saw an option I'm hearin' the sneak dissin' I'm tryin' to ignore the gossip Third take better be an earthquake before i drop it I hear the hoes ponderin' I got a cult followin' Joe Carroll, i throw arrows into your soul hollerin' I probably not the most known but I'm the most confident The most relatable, no debatable, most dominant I'm in need of a blessin I'm blowing weed to the heavens Cause in my dream i was destined to see me speedin' in 7s When you look in the mirror And n***a see your reflection Is you really or not Thats the easiest question I'm around OG's That was sellin' ki's out the Westin Never leave ya protection And never speak off confessions Y'all n***as getting lost on me Only need a direction Feel it when you look at his momma face And see the aggression DON [Hook: Cam'ron] HELLO Aw man Harlem world HELLO High Bridge HELLO Bronx, Queens HELLO Brooklyn HELLO Staten Island HELLO Aw man My bad ladies HELLO You gettin money? HELLO You f** with snitches? HELL No Ok HELLO HELLO HELLO Aw man [Verse 2: Cam'ron] He know k**ers Ya'll know k**a Fast cars, speed boats, all sorts of villas Bad girls, j**elry, drive-bys, chinchillas RIP to Mike but I'm the real Thrilla I'm done wit that though I ain't beefin with the family man sh** I'm still in the PJ's like candy man With dude sellin whole halves of candy yams Despite that the garage look like candy land Candy painted ain't nothing about me tainted Drove every car you name it Look homie come get acquainted Can't change it or rearrange it Disclaimer because I'm heinous The 9 will make you famous Blow! That's for the plaintiff The gun range no goggles The targets they testin nozzles The bullets they on point Them points you call hollows In the club we get the bottles We leave it we hit the throttle Then pull up inside McDonalds with p**n stars and models Look n***a you can't erase me, debate me, rape me I'm spacey These b**hes they want my baby Nah baby, but you can taste me The guns got no safety In DC for when they grazed me And I ain't been postin' lately Yall would really hate me Yeah homie, it's a blessin I'm here to answer the questions I'm the OG Don Q was talkin about at the Westin Yeah, yeah baby let that molly rock n***as s**as Imma start sellin lolli pops [Hook: Cam'ron] HELLO Aw man She sniffed a line HELLO Damn that a** fat HELLO Down south HELLO Midwest HELLO West coast HELLO Aw man HELLO You gettin money? HELLO You actin funny? Hell no Ok HELLO HELLO HELLO Aw man