CUTLERY

Hey Nah let me stop Old Q back, old Q back Uh Uh, uh, uh Aye, silver plated cutlery When I step it up and get in tune, I be the one to beat Feeling pharmaceutical, an addict wouldn't f*ck with me Y'all some fucking steak, you need some season just to step to me The best can't mess with me I'll hit the Pedigree All these rappers looking number two Because they testing me Work be tryna f*ck, a couple thousand just to sext the team Wake up to a vision where I shoot, Collin Sexton dream The money coming soon, finna roll up on the best of weed I mean it when I say I'm Pastor Loo, because I bless the beat Collegiate flow, only Q be rapping to the best degree Feel like Donald Trump, when I'm dumping all these magazines I'm tryna get the racks, to the point where they go past Serena Make my people proud, to the point where they go past Selena Pass the green, itching to get high, dame mas gasolina Gonna cost a couple thousand just to ask for features Rappers got some beef with me, like I just smashed their diva I just keep lowkey my G, out in Pasadena Tired of running in this game, like a lack a femur When we pairing up our skill, my ballsack will reach ya Run the coins, and kick ya shit like I be hacking FIFA I don't need a Lamborghini, cause the Alfa cheaper Got a point to prove, I'm sorry for my brash demeanor So if you still don't have a clue It's J Cole, Kendrick, Mac Miller, and Looey too Q I mean, that might be a little bit cap but You know what I mean, I'm in there Pause