Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Till It's Over, artist - GQ. Album song E 14th, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gq, Jamla
Song language: English
Till It's Over |
| Till it’s over |
| Waddup tho? |
| Waddup? |
| Feel good to feel good, you know? |
| Khrysis |
| Safe travels to my niggas and shit, ya dig? |
| Ay |
| Rain falling I’m praying for those in thin garments |
| I do for my city and all of its importance |
| Nothing new for the select few that’s been on it |
| Rap album done and Gu' just threw a mix on it |
| I know to like, love it, probably my pitch on it |
| Not to mention let me drop a couple cliffs on it |
| That’s bars nigga, I take it far as the trip you missing |
| Far as the ones I’m with I need for ya’ll to stop and listen |
| For my pops, appreciate you, always dropping wisdom |
| Mama I love hope you know you mean a lot to Quentin |
| Asia the world to me I hope you never stop spinning |
| Give em a bouquet don’t wait until they’re not living |
| Today I thought about my potna' he ain’t here no more |
| His son hurt from it, years later it’s startin to show |
| I’m starting to go down memory lane come ride with me |
| Keep to myself but with this shit? |
| I let you vibe with me |
| I’m still truckin like Dodge hit me to lend advise |
| A small world but not to those who know I’m big as life |
| You just OKC I think you should leave it 'lone |
| I’m really good you just compete with cones, killing y’all |
| Wack niggas back home rapping, who think you on |
| You either dumb as fuck my nigga or to each his own |
| My flight said I’m back to NC to handle business |
| Show a Grammy to my family that would be tremendous |
| I feel it every day truthfully, what I got’s official |
| I’m tryna drop an EP, president dropping missiles |
| America sinking, Raiders leaving, I’m here tweaking |
| Cheifing got me feeling like nerds, square vegan |
| Face known like bitches that’s out every weekend |
| Don’t say I’m dope, that’s common sense like player’s cheating |
| City 'bout to love me though, I think that’s safe to say |
| Still ain’t forgave em for the days they never looked my way |
| Connect dots the way it line ain’t have to search for this |
| It ain’t no handout though, don’t act like I ain’t work for this |
| Taqueria chips, parking lot, and Aaliyah hits |
| I get to heaven’s door I just hope that the key’ll twist |
| Back in 2−6, Denise will have me chillin' over |
| For pregame last shot hurt us like Villanovas |
| Boys to men from JET models to peeling posters |
| Word to see she the reason I’m feeling closer |
| Yeah, feeling closer |
| I had a lot of preparation for this real exposure |
| Working like I want my bank account as real as Oprah’s |
| Black Mamba, killer cobra until it’s over |
| Yeah, til' its over |