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(Quincy, tell 'em) Ah Yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah This ain't no trick No magic when the presser 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) Took the Rollie, you bitch (uh) Fuck what you think, yeah (fuck what you think) 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, this the BD, 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 selled 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 back 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) 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 safetys, 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 was 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-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 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 it 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 Baracade the door, get the ten-ten out, put it right on the floor