Listen to Till It's Over by GQ

Till It's Over

GQ

Hip-Hop/Rap

Lyrics

Till it's over Waddup tho? Waddup? Feel good to feel good, you know? Khrysis Safe travels to my niggas and shit, ya dig? Ay Rain falling I'm praying for those in thin garments I do for my city and all of it's importance Nothing new for the select few that's been on it Rap album done and Gu' just threw a mix on it I know to like, love it, probably my pitch on it Not to mention let me drop a couple cliffs on it That's bars nigga, I take it far as the trip you missing Far as the ones I'm with I need for ya'll to stop and listen For my pops, appreciate you, always dropping wisdom Mama I love hope you know you mean a lot to Quentin Asia the world to me I hope you never stop spinning Give em a bouquet don't wait until they're not living Today I thought about my potna' he ain't here no more His son hurt from it, years later it's startin to show I'm starting to go down memory lane come ride with me Keep to myself but with this shit? I let you vibe with me I'm still truckin like Dodge hit me to lend advise A small world but not to those who know I'm big as life You just OKC think you should leave it 'lone I'm really good you just compete with cones, killing y'all Wack niggas back home rapping, who think you on You either dumb as fuck my nigga or to each his own My flight said I'm back to NC to handle business Show a Grammy to my family that would be tremendous I feel it every day truthfully, what I got's official I'm tryna drop an EP, president dropping missiles America sinking, Raiders leaving, I'm here tweaking Cheifing got me feeling like nerds, square vegan Face known like bitches that's out every weekend Don't say I'm dope, that's common sense like player's cheating City 'bout to love me though, I think that's safe to say Still ain't forgave em for the days they never looked my way Connect dots the way it line ain't have to search for this It ain't no handout though, don't act like I ain't work for this Taqueria chips, parking lot, and Aaliyah hits I get to heaven's door I just hope that the key'll twist Back in 2-6, Denise will have me chillin' over For pregame last shot hurt us like Villanovas Boys to men from JET models to peeling posters Word to[?] see she the reason I'm feeling closer Yeah, feeling closer I had a lot of preparation for this real exposure Working like I want my bank account as real as Oprah's Black Mamba, killer cobra until it's over Yeah, til' its over
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