Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old Quan, artist - Rich Homie Quan. Album song Coma, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: RAIS
Song language: English
Old Quan |
| I told my girl and my mom that |
| Money won’t let that pain get to me |
| Can’t sell my soul, I try not to overdose |
| From that pain medicine |
| Try not to be vulnerable when I won’t let my guard down |
| And I can’t let 'em in |
| Never sell your soul, Quan, everybody want the old Quan |
| But I’m tryna be a better me |
| Tryna keep my mind on that money, tryna keep my head straight up |
| Mama told me don’t leave that house, without that bed made up |
| Gotta keep my lawyer on retainer, in case them feds take us |
| We just gotta make that money, can’t make that bread make us |
| Do this shit for gang, gang |
| Put a bullet in a nigga chest, same spot the chain hang |
| I’ma boss, I can make time for what I want, I can arrange things |
| So I climbed the sky, and then I looked up that when the rain came |
| Then I, told 'em it can’t be raised, yeah |
| Forty foot in the plane, shit |
| Y’all nigga blow your brain quick |
| Daddy had a shop by Family Dollar |
| We used to pull up on bank, kid |
| The middle in my chest, where the pain at |
| I told myself, keep it above |
| I need to talk to somebody that I can trust |
| I told my girl and my mom that |
| Money won’t let that pain get to me |
| Can’t sell my soul, I try not to overdose |
| From that pain medicine |
| Try not to be vulnerable when I won’t let my guard down |
| And I can’t let 'em in |
| Never sell your soul, Quan, everybody want the old Quan |
| But I’m tryna be a better man |
| Slowin' down, a roadblock, harder than a soul suck |
| Never been a Ford nigga, ain’t been no opp |
| Haters talkin', it’s over, dust off my shoulders |
| Let the jury stow the solitaries in my ear, they’re like boulders |
| I was tryna go up, pocket rocket, load up |
| She was tryna suck it soon as I met her, I don’t even know her |
| Twelve try to row her, child, don’t stay down for a your nigga |
| I was locked up at nineteen |
| But shawty’s lookin' around for a young nigga |
| They sleep at home but they snorin' |
| If I don’t fuck, would’ve I done drugs? |
| The shit be boring |
| I bust a quickie on her last night, I tell her, «Good morning» |
| I can’t leave that out, 'cause they gon' add more to my story |
| And it hurt my heart when I hit that Forbes list |
| I told my girl and my mom that |
| Money won’t let that pain get to me |
| Can’t sell my soul, I try not to overdose |
| From that pain medicine |
| Try not to be vulnerable when I won’t let my guard down |
| And I can’t let 'em in |
| Never sell your soul, Quan, everybody want the old Quan |
| But I’m tryna be a better me |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Everybody want the old Quan, everybody want the old Quan |
| But I’m tryna be a better me |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Everybody want the old Quan, everybody want the old Quan |
| But I’m tryna be a better me |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |