| We had to starve, I had it hard, but I’m havin' my way
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| They tellin' me that I done changed, but I’m stuck in my ways
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| I ain’t never, ever had no church, got this Glock on my waist
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| Quincho the hardest steppin' out and it’s not for debate
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| I’ve been runnin' up that money with each of my dawgs, yeah
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| He play around, we tryna clap him like round of applause, yeah
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| Niggas burnin' bridges, fuck 'em, I’m steppin' on y’all neck
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| Don’t need no favor for a favor, I’m coolin' 'em all, yeah
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| And they know I rock designer, lil' Quincho steppin' in Bale'
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| We met four hoes in the valley, then flew them hoes out to Cali
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| What’s the addy? |
| My mama know I hustle like my daddy
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| I’m a savage, caught your man just fuck with us and he gon' vanish, uh
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| Ayy, Quin made it to the top, niggas can’t stand it, huh?
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| Ayy, if this rap shit don’t work, back to the package, huh?
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| Ayy, you’ll smell a whole lotta dope whenever I’m standin' by
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| And I do my dirt by my lonely, niggas gon' testify
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| Pick the car that I was dealt when I believe I gotta eat
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| And I won’t switch up for no fame or digits, that’s just not for me
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| I know my dawg’ll be beside me right or wrong, don’t gotta speak
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| He play around, we pop the heat, .223, it stop the beef, ah
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| I spit that struggle on the beat to give the streets vibes
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| And I’m the flyest nigga livin', need a G5
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| Big brother Flame taught me the game when I was knee high
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| Lotta niggas throw my name in the dirt, I don’t hit rewind, ayy
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| We had to starve, I had it hard, but I’m havin' my way
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| They tellin' me that I done changed, but I’m stuck in my ways
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| I ain’t never, ever had no church, got this Glock on my waist
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| Quincho the hardest steppin' out and it’s not for debate
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| I’ve been runnin' up that money with each of my dawgs, yeah
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| He play around, we tryna clap him like round of applause, yeah
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| Niggas burnin' bridges, fuck 'em, I’m steppin' on y’all neck
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| Don’t need no favor for a favor, I’m coolin' 'em all, yeah
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| You know that Glock on me
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| And if you thinkin' this shit sweet, you 'bout to write your
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| Or ride in peace, 'cause you know like I know
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| If it’s a problem, I get it popped just like some grease, yeah, yeah
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| You know how I’m rockin', we gon' keep it in the streets, yeah, yeah
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| I ain’t goin' to argue back and forth talkin' 'bout beef, yeah, yeah
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| Remember them nights I was starvin' and couldn’t eat, yeah, yeah
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| Back home, it turned me to a monster, not on beach, yeah, yeah
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| Never thought that it would be this way, I dreamed of days like this
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| I can finally say it for the first time
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| Every day I wake, I live a dream, but that pain in me
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| And it still hurt right now
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| But the Rollie on my wrist don’t got the time for it
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| Flyin' private on a PJ with no passport
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| Thinkin' to myself, «I've never been on these seats before»
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| Derez De’Shon
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| We had to starve, I had it hard, but I’m havin' my way
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| They tellin' me that I done changed, but I’m stuck in my ways
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| I ain’t never, ever had no church, got this Glock on my waist
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| Quincho the hardest steppin' out and it’s not for debate
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| I’ve been runnin' up that money with each of my dawgs, yeah
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| He play around, we tryna clap him like round of applause, yeah
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| Niggas burnin' bridges, fuck 'em, I’m steppin' on y’all neck
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| Don’t need no favor for a favor, I’m coolin' 'em all, yeah
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| I’m havin' my way
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| Tell me that I wouldn’t make it, but I came to stay
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| Could play it down, but I’m still on one
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| Didn’t know that I could do it 'til the bond on my name
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| Show love, 'cause I got it like that
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| And I’ma run it right back, yeah, I got it like that
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| I’ma have my way, I’ma have my way
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| I’ma have my way, I’ma have my way |