Lyrics:
in Tokyo
Down by the river don't you know
I had to let it go
Nobody no can bring it home
(Nobody no can bring it home)
(Nobody no can bring it
all my time, cuz my demons always follow
65 dollars, four hours full throttle
Trying to find a bottle, addiction I'm the model
Suspensions always
Yea yea yea
Let's get it
Nigga ima star
And you better believe
I've been humble way too long
Now I'm the star of the team
Not by myself I got my
can't trap on the cell
I got two hoes trying to pay for theyselves
I can't let em do it, I'm sharing my wealth
She could either be a home run or a base
I was young when she told me I was divine, yes
Not even nine yet (Tech N9ne)
Ran away then got into a life of crime next, pyrex
Made it through
competition, I'm talkin' all editions
I'm just doin' mixtapes to keep my repetition
It's Q, Quincy Hanley to be exact
It's not another rapper that's better
sure its money line
Home runs all through the summertime
Catch me to the winter where my fits shaper than a porcupine
On the grind , Sixteen hours outta
hold the phone?)
You know I'm comin' home (You know I'm comin' home)
Can you bring it back? (Can you bring it back?)
Wanna make it last? (Wanna make it
to her nose, FaceTime
Drunk workout, E&J in his Earl Grey
Holdin' back the Earl
Between the curls with the free weights
Home girls don't wanna give
figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.
I'd get it one piece at a time
And it wouldn't cost me
about you
So bring it down, bring it down, bring your love to me
Bring it down where I am, bring your love to me
Bring it down, bring it down, bring your
the slow lane, slow lane
And enjoy my time
These days by 3 I'm feeling
So much lethargy I just want to
Stay at home and watch tv
I see no silver lining
the ups
And downs and the storms yeah
Bring back your trophy
Bring back your trophy
Bring it back home
Bring it back home
Bring it back home
Bring it back
got the whip outside, jump in
I got my home boys you can bring yo friends
I got the Benz on dubs, relationship (naw)
Sorry girl dis ain't
they hate us
It's true, nobody knows you like you
Confident yute but I bruise like fruit
Easy going so they abuse my suit
I, suit up for the danger
Then
to be
Perfect, disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
Six rivals spittin' fire this the real truth bitch, breaking down for
that's chiro
Took her back out, that's chaai though
Make a movie let's go viral
I got my chain and my diamonds are q'oosharing
Six by nine's and the subs
Yeah, JAY1, JAY1 jAY1, JAY1
JAY1, JAY ah, look
Fuck it up, and then I hit the booth
JAY1, it's never number 2
All my jiggas, yeah, we stay winning
name[00:22.50]That 23 you know it's stuck[00:23.65](LongLiveJank nigga)[00:24.37]Some situations change some people[00:25.15]But Ian trippin on no love[00:26.27]That
the fourty, for the homies)
(Hey)
(Aye)
Yo (K.Q Dawg)
Moment of silence
S/o my homies who stay on the line and they bout it
All of us cloudy, s/o my pluggie, we
man[00:21.16]Shout out to all the mandem, let me talk my shit[00:23.94]I thought I would have had it figured out by 26[00:26.68]I got humbled and I'm here tryna
up
Baby do ya thing
Wanna see you
Fuck it up
I'm a g like q
Got the juice
Never thirsty
G like q
Got the juice
Never thirsty
G like q
Got the juice
up
Baby do ya thing
Wanna see you
Fuck it up
I'm a g like q
Got the juice
Never thirsty
G like q
Got the juice
Never thirsty
G like q
Got the juice
tried to build it on his own, home it fell apart
But the thing 'bout being homegrown, shopping carts
Titles clean but overheats, cars that hardly start
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