Still Gon Get It Rite (Outro)

Big Band$ Entertainment With my granddad passed, I done lost my soul When my old girl left me, my heart turned cold Can't trust nobody, friends turn to foe Remember I was that broke I pray to God I won't fold But I'll be clutching my pole I gotta find my way home But I, I gotta repent And I won't sin again But I'ma keep doing this to the end Mama, I should've listened I gotta use my potential My whole city turned snitch Man, I would be damned if they tryna do me like I'm Mitch I gotta get it rite I still gotta get it rite This is my third time It won't be my last strike With my granddad passed, I done lost my soul When my old girl left me, my heart turned cold Can't trust nobody, friends turn to foe I remember I was broke I pray to God I won't fall I keep clutching my pole Because I gotta find my way home Quan did it again I had to get it rite, man, I was only 13 Yeah, I got a new Gen 5, but I got it for dirt cheap On my way to the bank so I can pick up 50 G's But I had to calm down from shooting at my enemies Niggas ain't saying shit when I'm putting up with the heat If my Glocks start dumping, man, they better use they feet Everything brand new, but it's the same old me I may be young, but I don't give a damn, I'm still the OG Two baby mamas like I'm baby boy Yeah, still got my Glock, but you can't play me, boy Nah, if you want beef, you better say it, boy And you know how it is, I'm ready to spray this boy Bitch, you know it's rite and then you know it's wrong I don't need nobody, I've been home alone I gotta take a minute, it won't be that long This chopper get to smoking like a cheech & chong If you talking crazy, then I'ma f*ck you up I'm in this by myself, I be like, what is trust? I keep a pistol on my hip and it will blow you up I ain't talking about no binder, it will fold you up That's how we roll, and you know we got them poles Keep dissin all them songs, my YNs gon' send you home I keep my tools tucked in when I'm always on the road If you wanna get killed from nothing, man, I might let you know Still got this money on my mind, and I'm still working out Now I got fat racks, remember my pockets was a drought You better hurry up, you're wasting time right now I used to be broke, now I'm a young, rich nigga right now Still on that CEO shit If you wanna beef with me, you get killed by this .45 I got no days off, cause I be grinding this bitch If you wanna tweet with me, you gon' be dying real quick Yeah, I'm gonna get rich, but a nigga gotta be patient If you wanna set a play, you gon' be dead up in that pavement Shooting threes up in the basket like I'm Curry, but I ain't playing Now you dead up in the casket from all that shit you be saying I ain't gon' stop, and I won't stop That nigga got killed, cause he was dissing on my block He was dissing on Quan, two minutes later, then he died And I'm still Quan the Ruthless, and I put that on my mom, nigga Who the f*ck want what? You know I had to rob a nigga for some little bucks Smoking on your dead mans, I had to put him in the blunt I ain't gon' hesitate to spray, you gon' be dead up in the trunk This ain't no Lil Wayne, don't even start Or I'ma hit you with this AK No bap, I'm going nuts just like it's payday I'm a real life nigga, f*ck what you saying Just bought a big ass choppa, I'll let this bitch sing Got a lot of haters on my hit list Handy Mandy with them tools because I fix shit If you a war, I'm on your block, you gon' get hit den If you a war, I'm on your block, you gon' get hit den I just wanna live my life Ayy, ayy My mama told me, get it rite Get it rite, ayy Nigga, I put that on my life Ayy It's my third time, and I still gon' get it rite, nigga Pussy ass nigga