Quicksand

歌詞

Hmm, yeah Hmm, yeah Hmm, yeah, yeah Since a jit, stood tall with a kickstand Thinking of a plan to get quick bands Falling in deep with the quicksand Flag out my ass, no quick brand I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up Had beef on the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, bruh Doing that put everything I love at stake, bruh Since a jit, stood tall with a kickstand Thinking of a plan to get quick bands Falling in deep with the quicksand Flag out my ass, no quick brand I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up Had beef on the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, bruh Doing that put everything I love at stake, bruh Back in the day, man a nigga had ripped jeans Couldn't afford a new pair, I had broke seams Couldn't think about the money, I had broke dreams Outfit was the match of a crack fiend I was tryna be fly, I couldn't take off Clothes falling off my ass, lost weight, dawg No jacket in the winter, had the shakes, dawg Then I said, "Fuck it", 'cause something gon' have to shake, dawg Then my nigga Bobby put me on a quick lick Wasn't a lot but enough for a quick fix Interceptions, I was stealing, caught me a pick six In the snow pitching, woah bitch, it was brick dick Never killed, ain't gon' lie, I was tempted He was the target but he lucky that I missed it I was always fucking up, was a misfit My opportunity was knocking and I missed it Young when I hopped off the stoop Two doors what I floor if I hop in the coupe Too sore from a war where I couldn't lose Got scars and bruises, man, I got the proof Resemble young Steel 'cause I got the juice You think you 2Pac, let Omar Epps loose Stepping on necks with my Timberland boots I'm planted, I'm stable, I'm growing them roots, yeah Since a jit, stood tall with a kickstand Thinking of a plan to get quick bands Falling in deep with the quicksand Flag out my ass, no quick brand I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up Had beef on the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, bruh Doing that put everything I love at stake, bruh Since a jit, stood tall with a kickstand Thinking of a plan to get quick bands Falling in deep with the quicksand Flag out my ass, no quick brand I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up Had beef on the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, bruh Doing that put everything I love at stake, bruh I remember chillin' at one of my little bitch crib 'Bout to fuck, 'bout to nut, main course with the fixings Her nigga came through, he was all on some bitch shit Didn't know I was raw and my hands was so gifted Boy had me chop, had get him a mix quick Couple knots made him drop like he drunk or he lifted Fought another nigga after I thought was some kinship Throwing up both of our sets which ended the friendship Gave respect neck to neck, my nigga didn't back down Had him standing up then he ended up back down His hands in my life now they ended up flat now Flat like a wing, let's see if he flap now Had enough, it was tough, only lasted 'bout one round K.D. on the bench equipped with the tre-pround Made him run, it was funny, he was scared of the gun sound Made him shit, he a bitch, by the car he was ducked down I ain't got no time for the fakes The phonies, jabronies, the opps or the Jakes My homies the only who come past the gate I'm whacking the weeds, cutting heads off of snakes I'm hungry, I'm eating right off of ya plate I want it, I'm on it, it's mine for the take I'm stagnant, a magnet, I'm staying in place The reason I'm popping is all off of hate, yeah Since a jit, stood tall with a kickstand Thinking of a plan to get quick bands Falling in deep with the quicksand Flag out my ass, no quick brand I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up Had beef on the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, bruh Doing that put everything I love at stake, bruh Since a jit, stood tall with a kickstand Thinking of a plan to get quick bands Falling in deep with the quicksand Flag out my ass, no quick brand I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up Had beef on the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, bruh Doing that put everything I love at stake, bruh Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah