Just Quis (Outro)

Balenciaga on my feet yeah The street is cold I keep the heat yeah He hating on me let him sleep yeah No hotboy I’m just Quis yeah Was rocking Nike on my feet yeah I was starving couldn’t eat yeah Still ain’t fall victim to the streets yeah No hotboy I’m just Quis yeah Balenciaga and Christian Louis Vuitton Maison Margiela I want a few of them I got some pressure but don’t really wanna lose him But I can’t help if these bullets get to choosing Trying to knock me down Can’t let up won’t see me frown Don’t care how much I fall I’m pushing back off the ground Remember those staying down Too many fakes come around Shake hands see the smiles I’m peeping it through the crowd If you wasn’t there at a time When a yungin' was low no Then don’t come around cause see that I’m rocking these shows no These streets can be so cold Heat up I’m clutching the pole Repent cleansing my soul For things I do the lord knows Lord I’m sorry for all of the things I’ve done No matter what I do you still gonn love me as your son But sometimes in these streets you know I gotta trust the gun Put one up in his temple You know that he’s gonna run I remember the times I didn’t have it He wanna run up then you know it’s turning tragic How you want it done know I be with all the static Don’t step on my shoes cause you see I’m living lavish Balenciaga on my feet yeah The street is cold I keep the heat yeah He hating on me let him sleep yeah No hotboy I’m just Quis yeah Was rocking Nike on my feet yeah I was starving couldn’t eat yeah Still ain’t fall victim to the streets yeah No hotboy I’m just Quis yeah