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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quin NFN
Quin NFN
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Master Plan
Master Plan
Mastering Engineer
Stan Greene
Stan Greene
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Bust down a check got all my people Ain't nobody finna be left out I got sum partners that's dead, sum facing a bitch They ain't take care of they kids for they check out No, we ain't promising all so I'm going harder and harder Say this with my chest out I ain't tell niggas to keep it 100 no more 'Cause I did it before and got left down yeah Separated from the fake shit Turned up on 'em killed them with some kindness These niggas knocking the kid as if ain't the hottest Gonna turn up on them that's a promise Got niggas still in the streets tryna beef over nonsense They ain't even seen them a profit My young nigga thuggin' he strapped with a rocket He'll come slide if I send him a deposit, yeah Fuck all the opps I'm the competition Had to grind through time to get my position Told my tee to hold on cause I got a mission Not dirt but my diamonds be shining and hitting Got sum bros up the road that I gotta visit Nigga play we draw down like a competition Put the shit in they face now I got them dizzy 2-2-3 known to blow it's gonna stop the vision Didn't have a car now I got niggas driving for me 'cause I got to the check I got this money invested but I could've trip And went bought me a flooded Patek Been on their ass they can say we up next We sending shots we ain't sending no threats Came in a rookie but spit like a vet Did this shit on my own now I got 'em impressed Now they like I got a bubble coat to match the kit I gave my partner choppers trying Biltz I gave a Boujie hoe that got a bitch I got Call of duty guns they got a switch I sip a lot syrup I gotta piss Lil bro strapped with a rocket but don't know hoe flip I'm shining a lot of diamonds on fist I just spent a lot of dollars of my fit, yeah Go get the check for my son and daughter So every day I'm trying to get paid We hit the streets and we flood We just like a baby and dugg how them young niggas get paid I got whole lot of love lil bro sell a lot of drugs But he just in the 10th grade he ain't 100 That nigga was bitch made so we kicked him out like a Sensi yeah Double G's only he play he goner I did a feat for a lil marijuana Remember they use to ignore us now they adore us Porsche truck feel like Honda All these niggas is some losers Play we'll shoot ya like future we got to the commas You niggas money can't fuck with my mommas Boss up take me a trip to Bahamas These niggas lyin' and they known clappin' We still in the streets we ain't known rappin' I just took me a trip got show for backin' I just bought me a K with a shoulder strap Really still in too far I brought Kobe back I can't fuck with the kid momma told me that I can't fuck with nobody that hold me back Niggas claimin' but these niggas owe me that So they like Eyes wide open all time Won't catch me slipping Got survival on my mind I know my heart & mind one of a kind I walk the line I walk the line, yeah
Writer(s): Christopher Chris Gomez, Mark Christopher Jr Hardin, Christian Isaac Olivarez, Quinlan Mcafee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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