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Quan on da Track, bitch Ayy, turn me up How you beefin' on the net but you ain't got no skills to get a fuckin' rack I ain't talk about no ref' when my bro hit him with the TEC Smith & Wesson with the MAC, choppa hit him in his back They don't wanna see me win cause they scared to say I'm back I mean don't even wanna rap because I'm here to copycats Man you gotta be yourself boy, where your hobby at? You got shot with three niggas with your goldie locky ass You know me, I got three pistols, no Dwayne, I'll Rock his ass Ever since I dropped the tape, now they wanna copy that Tryna make the songs about the Quan, that ain't gon' stop me man Where my freakin' money at? I need that A$AP Rocky man I'ma say f*ck, but F*CK you and your whole block is dead A lot of rats gon' die from that snitchin', where's Tekashi at? YOP with the god damn drum, make you do the runnin' man (Yeahh) Forrest Gump, this ain't no Life's a box of chocolate Fucked up on that last line, I gotta say that bar again A lot of haters been in the city, gotta go harder than again Wrote me two letters and one voice clip, you think you STAN? They be droppin' ass shit, I gotta do this rap again I got money, I got music, I don't even got no friend Was broke as f*ck, I had to get a job to get some bands To free my baby Will, it's the lock up in the pen Got me rappin' like this, they want that old Quan again If they gon' sound like this, they call me old Lonnie Bands I don't even shoot with MACs, but this Drac' will get you ten This my life, you gon' read it from beginning to the end How you wanna beef with Quan, but you ain't got no skill to shoot a fuckin' gun They can't sign me cause I'm from the murder capital like Pun Like the end up on the song, this Draco will get you done Smokin' this goddamn crud, this shit hurtin' my lungs These niggas don't got no gun, they just wanna hit and run If you wanna get some money, then you better get your some Where's the broom? I got the dustpan, y'all niggas like some crumbs Ain't no Super Mario Brothers, man, your whole life is done By the way, I got my own money, so don't even ask you none You want the world like you want candy, you can't even get none Smokin' crud since I was nine, baby, I got vet lungs Ain't no madden, I got blitz, boy, we gon' catch ya Y'all fat like mustard, man, y'all need to ketchup No Fantastic 4, got flames, this Draco will stretch ya AK put him on the ground, so he gon' need that stretcher You gon' listen to me now like you need some lectures You watch that Comcast, now we watchin' Spectrum They keep tellin' me to come down like I got a TANTRUM I got one, two, three killers like it's Dracula You got one, two, three, died, keep your head up They don't wanna see me make it out, man, I fed up Lil bitch said she wanna f*ck, I told her, give me heads up Goin' fast with this lifestyle, you think it's stamina Got a chopper with a hand, don't make me have to slam ya How you makin' all these songs, but, you keep dissin all my niggas like it's sweet Life is sweet, Zach & Cody, got your freak up in the sheets In the room, I be high as hell, I can barely see Killin' all these beats with no brakes, man, I can't barely breathe Makin' all these hits 24-7, bitch, I don't sleep Told your ass to be yourself, why you wanna follow me 42 Dugg in this Glock, it can rap on any beat I'm a Thug in my block, so don't even envy me Quanycation, it's the tape, man, I'm finna drop it next week Don't wanna sign, cause I'm from L-A-N-S-I-N-G I'm too old for this shit, like I'm finna retire, B Posterize you from this Glock like LeBron is 23 How you beefin' on the net but you ain't got no skills to get a fuckin' rack I ain't talk about no ref' when my bro hit him with the TEC Smith & Wesson with the MAC, choppa hit him in his back They don't wanna see me win cause they scared to say I'm back Quan on da track, bitch