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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. M. Brough
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Lyrics
Haha I quit bruh, I'm done
That's it, that's it fuck that shit, i quit
That's it, that's it fuck that shit, i quit
That's it, that's it fuck that shit, i quit
That's it, that's it fuck that shit, i quit
Had to stop calling whats her face, cuz she wouldn't fuck
Quit the job cuz they wouldn't let me do a lunch blunt
Quit that powder, it was fucking up all my insides
Quit my day gig cuz i got a gig serving pies
I was young, quit school cuz i wasn't doing good
Rocket science smart, but i'm street smart in the hood
Which was cool but after a while a nigga got stuck
Had a deal, went raw, almost fucked my life up
Quit street racing cuz the police have me marked
Found my fingerprints on a stolen car that was parked
By the coliseum, boy, them boys kicked down my door
Hot motors in my garage, they found about 4
With no warrant so them niggas caught illegal search and seizure
DA thought he got a nut, lawyered up, bitch please
White Chris told me in court, stick to your story
Technicalities was loose so they set a nigga free
That's it, that's it fuck that shit, i quit
That's it, that's it fuck that shit, i quit
That's it, that's it fuck that shit, i quit
That's it, that's it fuck that shit, i quit
Quit fucking with Rondo, that nigga was a snitch
All sav to that nigga got caught with a brick
Hella scary so that motherfucker told on mine
We ain't co-defendants, this nigga's a whole different crime
That's a different case file, this a different phone line
Now how the fuck you tell all my shit to lower your crime
Out here in Oakland California, that's how shit be
And you wonder why a motherfucker quit these streets
Had to go legit, I was finna lose my grip
On my B-Legit, tryna get a buck in this bitch
I was young, hella dumb, full of cum, with the shit
All them really groovy ways to say I was on hit
But I was sloppy with the game, so the game god came
Threw some tests at me, I failed and flunked a couple grades
But like to throw a curveball when you steppin' up the bat
So throw your middle finger back, I quit, fuck that
That's it, that's it fuck that shit, i quit
That's it, that's it fuck that shit, i quit
That's it, that's it fuck that shit, i quit
That's it, that's it fuck that shit, i quit
Writer(s): R. M. Brough
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