I just pray I'm here
to see my babies get old
Jail different when you know
that you ain't goin' forward
All my niggas dead and jellin',
either way they in the hole
Had an empty plate, I made sure he ate,
I gave him bowls
All my niggas try to murder,
for they try to get some money
Broke, got ten bodies,
and he still ain't touched twenty
Run from me till his body locked,
now he stuck
Dummy bro drill for the thrill,
don't get a buck from me
And they feel what I feel,
that's how we let it release
Ain't no such thing as big opps,
them niggas deceased
Bouncin' out tippy -toin',
new sneakers gettin' creased
Catch him in his hood,
knock his head off, he a fleece
Real gangster, I admit it, mom,
that ain't how you raise me
Famous hood rich and shoot shit,
that's why they praise me
Standin' straight, arms out,
sprintin', he amaze me
I pluck some niggas off,
we ain't never pluck a daisy
Thinkin' bout my future,
cause I know that I'm a thug
In the Honda Accord,
on my way to meet the plug
Step on everybody
in a way we think a bug
Lord Jai had Pepsi,
nowadays we need a jug
I was tryna go to school,
I wasn't born like this
It ain't hard to get you off
when you on like this
Ain't nobody got no niggas
with him going like this
Hoes get that drop,
you don't work your pawns like this
Still active in them trenches,
big bro just got will
Got the paper that they offer,
that's why I ain't got deal
They reason I'm the ticket,
that's why I ain't got drill
But they know that leafy tryna kill,
still I got chills
Still postin' and them churns
just could've been left
I could put them pounds on you
with you bench -pressed
How you fuck your brother over,
that ain't incest
I'm Quan Cook, been blessed,
I should've been stressed
Still postin' and them churns
just could've been left
I could put them pounds on you
with you bench -pressed
How you fuck your brother over,
that ain't incest
I'm Quan Cook, been blessed,
I should've been stressed
It be hard to go at niggas that I love,
I fell
I'ma fry in hell, wait before I tell
Homicides,
ain't nobody in the mob got bail
Crack turned down twelve,
fuck with him, took a L
Tell bro that it ain't over,
we gon' get him back in
Ever see us in the club?
Yes, we got gas in
We don't skim, but we got rent,
nigga, tap in
Ask the streets about leaf now,
fuck back then
Man, this shit just in my blood,
back stroking in the mud
Taking risks with the chicken,
niggas rich off blood
I jumped in that water
so I'd be pre pared when it flood
Let them know this what it is,
we don't care about what it was
We very weird, clutching,
cause we warrin' with the city
It got ugly over time,
I remember it was pretty
We get pleasure pushin' P,
turn a runnin' into Ricky
Awful lot of cough syrup,
this ain't no regular dicky
Still posted in them trenches,
could've been left
I could put them pounds on you
with your bench press
How you fuck your brother over,
that ain't incest
I'm Quan Cook, been blessed,
I should've been stressed
Still posted in them trenches,
could've been left
I could put them pounds on you
with your bench press
How you fuck your brother over,
that ain't incest
I'm corned, cooked, been blessed,
I should've been stressed
