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LYRICS: I just spent a quarter chicken now I’m worth a quarter ticket Put a quarter in my back give a quarter to these bitches Ever since a quarter century I’ve been raking up the digits All these dollars out of quarters I should give a course in vending Brought the razor back like Arkansas then butcher taught me blending Turn the four into a seven then you hit the block and kill it That’s how I fed my momma and three other little siblings Not to mention my children shit everybody winning Took a gamble just to get here the risk takers gonna get there’s Or I’m getting a checkerboard aka a bitch squared Break it down in fair chances then we going square dancing From charlotte back to New York in Miami like I’m Ant Mason Black Soprano Family with the leverage is impeccable You rappers is unethical turn niggas to vegetables Matter fact nigga shoot yourself with it Plaxico shells Hotter than Mexico feel it on your chest like a stethoscope
I love the game I’m from the streets I’ve survived some murder beef Ever since then I play for keeps I’m shooting everywhere the laser blink Drums on a 223 shutting down a motor on the v So be careful riding down the streets And nigga bring your biggest gun when you think you’re running down on me I’m with some niggas that’ll die for me You gotta look me in the eyes when you tell me you gonna ride for me It’s time to tell my side of the story A nigga came off the bench but I got rings like Robert Horry I made movies but ain’t record it Sprayed 30 something shells clear the scene before it get reported Moving cautious I can’t afford it Raise by them real trenches catch a body and you get reported Pushing grams trying to make a fortune Had a couple bad runs like the Bills when they had Lawson I need the Rollie with the bezel frosted Having triple beam dreams reminiscing when I sold frosting Me and my Opps like LA and Boston I thought of that one on a plane on a flight from LA to Boston Sipping Dusse with the devil across us The way we do you think it’s voodoo so be careful before you double cross us You run your mouth my guns talking Place a bounty on your head now you just a dead man walking
They told you’re playing with fire Cause I ain’t throw my phone away yet I’m in deep the hustla instinct ain’t go away yet I kept a hammer in the bubble coat on the east side of Buffalo The forty made me trigger happy my plug made me comfortable Hit the lot and I’m copping ain’t nothing to guess about the shit I don’t even know the price and need to test drive the whip When you were stress about a bitch My team was fresh outta brick Copping in Miami at the best west by the strip Your bitch hit my phone and she don’t want nothing specific Hoes know I’m ballin like the US in the summer olympics I played the strip till the mail came in Chanel fragrance hell-raising Nigga my hood full of shell cases for twelve gauges Let’s see who’s really rob us if you’re city really follow I’m in the lab writing, ash in a empty Henny bottle I had a spot in all hoods had my pockets all full Until rap made me more political like Pac before Suge This flow got me enemies I don’t speak to half ya I got weaker rap squads doing features half hard New cops when I hit the scene popped up with Rick and Heem Mask no vest just a mop like mister clean
Big BSF Nigga All my niggas is capos nigga Take this Black Soprano shit serious, real shit Shout out my nigga City Boi My nigga Rick Hyde Produced by Shay you a fool nigga 2020 mine nigga Big DSF Big Griselda in this motherfucker I had to come clean niggas up