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I'm stuck in my ways, I need to get my life back That pussy gon' die today cause he can't get his fight back I got a chop on my side, I wanna get they life snatched But every time they see me, man, they wanna get me dap A lot of niggas talkin' funny in they songs Mike Epps Beat em up too many times, you need to get that life hack They like, Quan, you ain't right, how you gon' do him like that? He be actin' like a roach, smoke him up, die fast They like, Juan, you made the palm? I ain't even write that How you talkin' like a gangster, you ain't even like that If they makin' this about you, you gon' have to fight back 23s, FNs, KDs, gon' snipe your ass I tryna change my flow, they say they want that old Quan back Makin' movies with the gang, they want that old Rock back Talkin' bout it, you wanna punch? You gon' have to clock that You ain't no motherfuckin' scammer, you gon' have to box that I'm still that 517 nigga still get your homie whack You try to get replacements, you can't get your homie back It depends on who to go, you can't even call me that Either way I'm gon' go, just like my daddy, I'll be back You gon' miss me when I'm gone like I'm Drake Got a motherfuckin' drac, it gon' be a closed case He say he want some beef with me and he lil, no way All them hollow tips gon' hit you in your bach, Rosé Stop that talkin' when your breath stink You gon' need some Colgate I ain't never gon' stop rappin', yeah, I came a long way I'ma hit you with that Fah Fah, if you talk the wrong way Lil' bitch said she want me back, like a tire, you'll get rolled away Chopper sent them up, up there, hurry up before they close the gate Shootin' at three niggas from afar, this ain't the golden state Ride around with a chopper like waka, you gon' get the flame Everybody keep sayin' I need to stop rappin', I'm the one who blamed They tryna cross me like they AI, but they ain't never make a shot Man, they got my Brodie locked, middle fingers to the cops Everybody out here tryna steal my wave, you ain't on the rod Tryna diss me, it's gon' be a triple homicide And I fall back, cause all I see is lies Everybody out here beefin', so you know they mama cryin But you speakin' on my people, you can't come back to the side Pull up, chop a bullet, start flyin', then you die I came here to get my motherfuckin' style back I'm the king of the L, where my crown at This chopper got extended, shootin' bullets, now your time passed Now you on the news, cause your mama heard them shots blast Don't make me have to get all of my killers, they gon' get em' stretched If they won't take somethin' from me, I gon' get em' back How you dissin'? You don't know me, you can't riddle that Actin' like you blitzin', niggas, where your field at Actin' like you got some money, I don't feel that You gon' catch me outside with them blicks, no Dr. Phil ass Every time we caught ahead, put a chopper, send a body bag If you snitching bout the paper, we gon' have to find your ass Nigga, you ain't never rap like me, trap like me You ain't never catch a hat like me We just caught him lackin', now he wanna act Spike Lee Chasin' down on your block with that bike, Ice T We walkin' down with the drac, he won't see his mom today I ain't talkin' bout no pigeons, so he had to fly away I'm the type to get a bag, you the type to spend some pape No MJ, we do you bad, we gon' marchin' with the K Talkin' all that tough stuff, but he won't say it to my face Caught him lackin' broad, then we gon' mase em some like some spray BBE, that's the gang, we ain't beefin' with no lame Actin' like he got some dreads, now he bald, Tory Lanez You ain't nothin' but a snake, you a snitch, and a fake Talkin' bout you hate this city, go and take that cheap-ass plane Talkin' down on QuanDogg, K will burn you like some steak I be makin' all this money, and I can merch it every day, pussy They think I fell off, but I'm still rappin' on my beats If they wanna beef with me, up the chop, I'll make them flee They like, what you wanna do? I'm just tryna make some cheese Now they wanna hate on me because I'm D-O-double-G He don't wanna sign, cause I'm from L-A-N-S-I-N-G He don't wanna smoke with me, he must be doin' nicotine I ain't talkin' musketeers, thinkin' I'm curry, shootin' three Talkin' bout y'all pushin' P, and all y'all pushin' plea's F*ck the rap game and these beats, I'm still gon' put him on the tee He ain't no dog here, but I'm still gon' put him on the leash I'm still stuck in my ways, I need to get my life back That pussy gon' die today, cause he can't get his life back