Lyrics Far as I Take It - Quilly, Every Ave

Far as I Take It

I be thinkin' like, like where this shit come from?
Aw!
Then I just, I just go in the studio and just vent
(right).
Ain’t nobody fuckin' wit me
I don’t understand when you’re talkin'
You mentioned everything but paper
I got respect for everybody, everybody except a hater
No information for investigators, fuck the legislate and the legislator
Hides em smarter, shout out my nosy neighbors
Mommy made us, the project raised us
Shoot these niggas' then ask questions later
Lawyer paid off, so now he owe me favors
Good leathers;
Alligators, 97: Temple faders
I don’t need recognition for my records
Bet I keep it pushin' like Salt-N-Pepa
She gon' disrespect you if you let her
When your money talkin', no need for lectures
Double F, diamond (?) checkers
I’m in and out of foreigns, no more Septa
R2L;
36 floor
Just bought an ounce, I want 35 more!
Eatin' good, life’s great, Surf and Turf, shrimp, steak
Appetizer;
Calimari, pull up in a brand new Rari
Organic denim;
Nudie jeans
True Religion;
Billie jeans
Balmain, aww man, my closet look like credit card scams
Oh, so, you gon' just go fuck everybody?
Everybody except the playas
I guess you’re fuckin' for the credit
Well, at least when you fuck, try and make some paper
While you’re at it, stop fuckn' minor niggas'
I get at it baby, I do it major
Who would of known, who would of known that we done made it?
Who would of known, who would of known that I’d be still here?
You should of known, you should know that I was doin' me
Oh, you should know we at the top and we got more to see
You should know I’ma take it far as I take it
You should know I’ma take it far as I take it
Bro, you should know I’ma take it far as I take it
Before I’m dead and gone, you know we gon' make it
Yeah, we gone, yeah, we gone