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no facade
I am million 250 quad
Sit down and listen then you applaud
I make a killin you is a fraud

Aye aye oh
Aye aye oh
Water my neck to future jet

Air fresheners
Green and purple
Smoke plumes and desperate
Confusion
Spread like gas-soaked brush fires
Quell those that fell
And kill distributors

blaze, I just picked me up an ounce of quad A, okay
Ay, it's five o'clock, got a joint lit
I just want to live my life and enjoy it
Ay, so I'm doing what I

I'm on 4.0 you know the letters in the quad
Who he we don't know he ain't repping with the squad
I got angels round me hol up let me thank my god
I

You

Wiley

No. 5 Collaborations

2011

the cars, the bike, got the quad I like
And 'cause of you I'm Kylea it's in every single song I write
Had a golden life, wanting people to honor mine
Tell

Close the Crackhouse

Professor X

Puss 'N Boots (The Struggle Continues...)

1993

distributor
Dem use crack like ? future
? live like we a vulture
?
?
Man a kill man ?
A-mi say oh yes, oh yes, mi don't want none more of that
Woy,

'fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
Audemars before all of y'alls
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
12 o'clock, boy, silly

Sleep when I'm gone

[Intro]
cbout to change the game
The Pied Phifer!
The Foundation!
GCD, Money $quad!
I'm for real about this!
Let's go!

[Chorus]

da fuck made school
its there fa no reason
FUCK SCHOOL BITCH

Verse 1:

alarm clock went off its time to get up
take a shower get ready and head for

Until the next day at 9:15
Walks up on the upper quad and sees a White Sea
He's a pepper flake in a milkshake be
Confident
Use your common sense
If you

ain't even have to clock it
All you niggas fake trapping better motherfucking stop it
If I got it I facilitate it call me John Stockton
I ain't have

jacket off and jack it off so I can last all night
Dick looking like it got right out of a silly little bar fight
I look right at the clock to the right

really behind em faces 
It ain't no gamin', clock been tickin since it came in
Since a youngin been lookin' up off of the pavement 
Gotta pay homage to who

New Money $quad in the building, you already know what’s going on
Doughboi, Kid 901, Lil Fred
Yuh, let’s get it, hey
Hey, time up, they can’t time us

quads, oh yeah
(Greased lightning, go greased lightin'!)
A fuel-injection cut-off with chrome-plated rods, oh yeah
(Greased lightnin', go greased

whole team like I'm playing fucking COD
Got these bitches insecure like my name was fucking Quad
You could never run up on me yeah your plan is fucking

You sat upon the countertop
I took a walk around the quad
All I want to say is talk

I am again in over my head
Can't find freedom in advance

these ops
Yeah my time is ticking I ain't talkin' bout the clock
Yeah I’ll go a distance for you, are you down to walk?
Posted in the field trynna count

gonna listen
But I can promise I'm giving it till
I'm hitting the door so you know
Clock winds down it's ready to blow
Got your bags packed cause I
Think

a glide in my stride that's second to none
I'm a lone rangin', one-man committee
Ridin' the train right through the Quad Cities
No time to stop, risin'

locked up he got two two
Will spent 30 on his clock that nigga coo coo
My boys ah snatch nigga chain if you nu nu
Yea I know the art of happiness, but keep

the room
Shake it

I'm delivering  bars like hot serve
I'm grinding my gears
like clock work
She wanna come fuck
With rockstar
She suck on my dick
Till her

the Heavens do
Papers, hush your face, getting carpal tunnel at the thought
We too busy laughing at these girls tryna grab their shorts
Broads streak the quad

credit
with the bank card
ill send slick shots 
to ya ex girl and he whole squad
balenciagas on a pink quad 
I only fucks with him if his pipe is bigger