ANOTHER TAPE

(Quincy tell 'em) Yeah, yeah, yeah Being me is too much stress Wake up drop another tape Asking for another tape Then you do another tape Another tape, another tape Time here really flew by quick Mommy tryna leave the hood And I think I'm stuck to it One told me he really changed I hope that he stuck to it Zeno is like my blood bruva Always show bare love to him YB that's my cousin, good or bad I'm really stuck wit' him Reni is like my damn twin, his mum is not my muva The things we have in common is that we suffered Financially, emotionally and mentally took tolls on me It's hard to get a hold of me Too much on the go for me It's crazy how I walk again Test the man is four degrees This ice ain't fucking cheap lil' bro (freeze) Mind how you speak lil bro' You're with bosses and I'm counting up this profit Shit ain't really fuckin' funny in this office Got my dawg with me like Wallace Flawless diamonds I got floors though Few hundred thousand wardrobes Yeah Five hundred for the sawed-off Who you think we scared of? Not you, oh Who do you think we scared of? Not you, get money, got to Still gettin' dog food, I'm sellin' it as cat food They tell me I'm they guy and that I'm chosen, I say thank you You're the type to hear the same you let that shit gas you (that shit gas you) I'm still focused on my paper, I ain't welcoming no bad news, oh, ah Let me tell you bad news, ah, yeah Bad news is when you, oh yeah Go to a funeral every year multiple times, shit And realize, that this shit ain't for ever no, oh, oh no, oh no Yeah, shit ain't forever, yeah There's no vans pullin' up wit' my money to the grave I swear, yeah There's no vans pullin' up wit' my money to the grave I swear, swear There's no vans pullin' up wit' my money to the grave I swear, yeah There's no vans pullin' up wit' my money to the grave I swear, I swear, I swear