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A lame just sent me another death threat He was lurkin on my page and I was dead fresh One of the realist that ain’t dead yet I get respect the last time that I checked vvs on my neck Niggas get swerved f*ck around then wreck you wasn’t wit me on the curb Then you ain’t ridin the jet The real agree I got em bobbin they head Spit it simple and plan if you don’t like me then you probably a lame You can’t trick with that poverty game got people hatin damane Cuz real shit pump threw all of my veins It sound good but that shit ain’t official I can’t hang around a nigga If I know it’s a issue it has to be addressed The way I spit it has to be the best from the janitor to the ceo it has to be respect And niggas claim they be goin hard but if you make under 30 a year nigga u might as well get a job Ain’t gotta sprint for it I can chill and jog specially When you meant for it I ain’t finna pause I don’t even need applause imma grind regardless QueDaMane One of the hardest Flow retarded Every body hates que Mutha f*ck y’all too Wassup Wassup Buss who Tell them niggas cum threw We gone slide on em now ain’t gone do it if I wait later Question me won’t make a sound I won’t tell investigator Every body hates que Mutha f*ck y’all too Wassup Wassup Buss who Tell them niggas cum threw We gone slide on em now ain’t gone do it if I wait later Question me won’t make a sound I won’t tell investigator I should’ve been in school I was in prison So I guess u prolly know how I was livin You can call me Q or call me Quintin Pussy niggas new these niggas trippin Everybody can’t be Jordan sum niggas pippin Everybody can’t be the same sum niggas different You don’t kno how to cook get out my kitchen You hard all on the book so why u flinchin I am not regular offset I was the kid in the office They see my click they like aw shit They bid on the work like a aution I do not need a break Continue to feed the hate What we gone eat today You hungry you need a plate But pimpin ain’t easy baby My family need me baby Tried to give you advice you didn’t take it Now yo head in a vice hope u make it I’m African eyes look Jamaican So many flavors I’m bakin Money ain’t able to trace it belly ring in her navel she naked Money fallin like leaves and I rack it Money fallin like leaves and u rack it I want them trees by to acre Ice blue and yellow like lakers I am a doer a taker I do not want her but take her Give her back so y’all can make up I know them pussy niggas hate us Every body hates que Mutha f*ck y’all too Wassup Wassup Buss who Tell them niggas cum threw We gone slide on em now ain’t gone do it if I wait later Question me won’t make a sound I won’t tell investigator Every body hates que Mutha f*ck y’all too Wassup Wassup Buss who Tell them niggas cum threw We gone slide on em now ain’t gone do it if I wait later Question me won’t make a sound I won’t tell investigator
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