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(Quincy, tell 'em)

Ah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah

This ain't no trick

No magic when the pressure hits the brick

I counted six (Yeah)

Six-figures before all this rappin' shit, karma's a bitch

We see you lackin', then we're poppin' shit

We hit, no miss (Uh)

Took the stairs, not the lift (Uh)

RS Audi, I drift (Uh)

Two-tone Rollie, you bitch (Uh)

Fuck what you think, yeah (Fuck what you think)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm one of one, ain't no counterfeits

Steady waitin', bitch, she's one of one

This shit priceless, you can't cop this shit

You feed the hood, they still greedy, yeah

In this life of pics, don't show me guns

I ain't scared, I'm content with life, you dig

Don't show me drugs

I done sell that shit, I done made a mill'

My friends are real

They ain't even friends, they my family, bitch, if I am rich (Rich)

Want the best for them, want them to be rich

I came with scales and a thousand grams

Come, let's bag this shit, we hit the roads

Bring the pole with us, don't don't be startin' shit

(Yeah, yeah)

Mind you, don't get hit (Yeah)

I hit it raw with her heels on (Yeah)

Baguettes for breakfast, not the French ones (Yeah)

I'm chargin' commission for each run (Yeah)

And, this time, we're gonna really have a clean run (Yeah)

New engine on this new whip, it's a mean one (Yeah)

Five hundred of these APs, they gave me one (Yeah)

Friends turn opportunists to just leaches (Yeah)

North West baby, yeah

Trappin' changed me (Yeah)

Break-off safeties, yeah

Pissed off lately (Yeah)

Don't make it, or break me, yeah

I put blood and sweat

Might just shed a tear, wish my past was clear

Wish my bros were here

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Wish the coast was clear (Ooh-ooh)

Uh, only God I fear

One of one, I'm rare, bitch (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

Don't be startin' shit, 'cause my bro there's really on clartin' shit

Two G-Locks cost me a half a brick

Take holidays with me, get targets hit (Literally)

One hand on the blick

It sprays so you're gonna be hard to miss (Hard to miss)

Turn somethin' off outside and my young boy's gotta be a arsonist

Thousand and six

Need all of it hard, I showered a brick

Now, I'ma come buy finer things

Chains and diamond rings (Diamond rings)

If I can't shoot, I drive the dings, you ever done either or?

See the score, I really know the plugs, I've seen it raw

Don't wanna hear no more lies (No), I really sold them pies

Gettin' neck while I slowly drive

Guys gettin' got, and I don't know why

T-T-T-Talk too much, before rap

They were gettin' no bread, it's a awkward one

'Fore rap, had a Pyrex full, uptown shoppin', I'm buyin' jewels

Handle broke, minor fool

Little bro still tryna find them all

Dinger, the Range, I'll slide in sports

'32 Coupe, but I like the fours

Kitchen, mixin' so much powder, now I can't find the fork

Barricade the door, get the ten-ten out, put it right on the floor