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