Lyrics:
scared to put dat Mack down
Takin shots of brown, ooou i know you fina act now
Here from outa town , I’ll be leavin by the weekend
Let me know wuts up
to you
by "Up Close and Personal"
My Posse's On Broadway
Posse Up
My Posse's On Broadway
My Posse's On Broadway
A-rollin' with my posse, was gettin kinda bored
There's not another
Spend a whole lotta nights tryin' not to die my nigga
Never said that I was perfect
I'm just gettin' by my nigga
Everybody wanna see me down
That's
when your chain come up missin'
Q! Q! See Kendrick Lamar Live
Get tickets as low as $166
Ah! Double up, shit, what the fuck?
Get me some my promo
nigga, I get it, yeah, I'm on the way
Tip of the Texas, yeah, there's no delay
Told him I need that piece by Johnny Dang
Down in the valley, you know we
Yeah we ain't goin' home no time soon
I'm on shot number four times two
Stand by the keg, let the host find you
Gettin' nice, I'll be up all night
We
do it for the coca
She hmu
Said she needed to score
If its good like the last
Bring a 3 and a 4
Cmon pull up
We can meet at the store
The one by
still awake, I gotta be up at ten tomorrow
Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regular
I never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra
P.O. and no 'dro
Picture pimps walk with some broads and ain't gettin no 'tho
L.A. gone and I ain't gotta deal no mo' (Picture that)
A ghetto vision
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and will
That'll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So I'ma always be able to burn my strip
I put the Q in crazy, it got me feeling like juice
I can record everyday but then I would just be diluting the music
I can go run up some money
the outhouse droppin mad shhhhhhhh
Quiet on the set while the crew be gettin' wrecked
And if your stunned by the Bud I have a hunch you should step
So pass me
outta
You know that I'm T-T-K, but you know I been Q-B-E
You know that I'm Q-B-E, but you know that I'm ATM
Don't you ever switch up on your brother,
catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh
She got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh
Oh you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new bitch
Excuse
I swear
Ion know no one who do this
From my ears to my hands like q tip
I’m the greatest since q tip
I can rap in native tongues to prove it
I
Moving past a Q all the way to the peanut
She stunting on ya crew like a double D cup
Running out food a nigga gotta re up
Way before the gear out
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
the cris' rollin' (Keep it Rollin!)
I'm gettin' drunk blowin' weed wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!)
Spendin' a couple K's up in Stroker's (Right)
Flyin'
The F.A.H
You'll see why
Q.U
Double E.
N
Is the reason I must be myself
What else?
Well fame hasn't got me
Souped up
Selling out
Sloppy or poppy
by gettin' by
Polish up all your flaws, you can't be fuckin' around
Finally made it to the majors, stealing bases of course
Giving bitches your money,
it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin down one thing that
pull my glock out
He say he want war, so we sendin' them shots out
Not the plug, you a high school dropout
The way I walk with, that stick
I'ma tip
Eh yo, whassup E Double?
Yo what's up man?
Yo these crab MC's
Got us trapped up behind these walls man
But I'm ready to break out there and do this
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