Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Having My Way, artist - Quin Nfn. Date of issue: 06.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Having My Way |
| We had to starve, I had it hard, but I’m havin' my way |
| They tellin' me that I done changed, but I’m stuck in my ways |
| I ain’t never, ever had no church, got this Glock on my waist |
| Quincho the hardest steppin' out and it’s not for debate |
| I’ve been runnin' up that money with each of my dawgs, yeah |
| He play around, we tryna clap him like round of applause, yeah |
| Niggas burnin' bridges, fuck 'em, I’m steppin' on y’all neck |
| Don’t need no favor for a favor, I’m coolin' 'em all, yeah |
| And they know I rock designer, lil' Quincho steppin' in Bale' |
| We met four hoes in the valley, then flew them hoes out to Cali |
| What’s the addy? |
| My mama know I hustle like my daddy |
| I’m a savage, caught your man just fuck with us and he gon' vanish, uh |
| Ayy, Quin made it to the top, niggas can’t stand it, huh? |
| Ayy, if this rap shit don’t work, back to the package, huh? |
| Ayy, you’ll smell a whole lotta dope whenever I’m standin' by |
| And I do my dirt by my lonely, niggas gon' testify |
| Pick the car that I was dealt when I believe I gotta eat |
| And I won’t switch up for no fame or digits, that’s just not for me |
| I know my dawg’ll be beside me right or wrong, don’t gotta speak |
| He play around, we pop the heat, .223, it stop the beef, ah |
| I spit that struggle on the beat to give the streets vibes |
| And I’m the flyest nigga livin', need a G5 |
| Big brother Flame taught me the game when I was knee high |
| Lotta niggas throw my name in the dirt, I don’t hit rewind, ayy |
| We had to starve, I had it hard, but I’m havin' my way |
| They tellin' me that I done changed, but I’m stuck in my ways |
| I ain’t never, ever had no church, got this Glock on my waist |
| Quincho the hardest steppin' out and it’s not for debate |
| I’ve been runnin' up that money with each of my dawgs, yeah |
| He play around, we tryna clap him like round of applause, yeah |
| Niggas burnin' bridges, fuck 'em, I’m steppin' on y’all neck |
| Don’t need no favor for a favor, I’m coolin' 'em all, yeah |
| You know that Glock on me |
| And if you thinkin' this shit sweet, you 'bout to write your |
| Or ride in peace, 'cause you know like I know |
| If it’s a problem, I get it popped just like some grease, yeah, yeah |
| You know how I’m rockin', we gon' keep it in the streets, yeah, yeah |
| I ain’t goin' to argue back and forth talkin' 'bout beef, yeah, yeah |
| Remember them nights I was starvin' and couldn’t eat, yeah, yeah |
| Back home, it turned me to a monster, not on beach, yeah, yeah |
| Never thought that it would be this way, I dreamed of days like this |
| I can finally say it for the first time |
| Every day I wake, I live a dream, but that pain in me |
| And it still hurt right now |
| But the Rollie on my wrist don’t got the time for it |
| Flyin' private on a PJ with no passport |
| Thinkin' to myself, «I've never been on these seats before» |
| Derez De’Shon |
| We had to starve, I had it hard, but I’m havin' my way |
| They tellin' me that I done changed, but I’m stuck in my ways |
| I ain’t never, ever had no church, got this Glock on my waist |
| Quincho the hardest steppin' out and it’s not for debate |
| I’ve been runnin' up that money with each of my dawgs, yeah |
| He play around, we tryna clap him like round of applause, yeah |
| Niggas burnin' bridges, fuck 'em, I’m steppin' on y’all neck |
| Don’t need no favor for a favor, I’m coolin' 'em all, yeah |
| I’m havin' my way |
| Tell me that I wouldn’t make it, but I came to stay |
| Could play it down, but I’m still on one |
| Didn’t know that I could do it 'til the bond on my name |
| Show love, 'cause I got it like that |
| And I’ma run it right back, yeah, I got it like that |
| I’ma have my way, I’ma have my way |
| I’ma have my way, I’ma have my way |