Yuh, ayy
30-20, yuh
[Chorus]
Shit don't even make sense
All I had to do was have patience
I sit back and listen, I'm like "wow"
They more like my kids than my own child
I do what it takes to make it pile
The way I'm movin' flagrant, that's a foul
Been this way since Webbie *Wipe Me Down*
You niggas just startin' to catch it now
[Verse]
Ayy, y'all been known the truth for a while
It's whatever now (Okay!)
Stüssy sweater now, it's 1-3-1-7- now
I'm Q. M., don't ever disrespect the lettuce child
Lit, yuh, it's an event when we enter your function
Money and success on my line, it's a conference
I don't need no fake people in my circumference
Two-face niggas make me sick to my stomach
Ridin' through the city like a motherfuckin' president
Started servin' bars, I ain't worked a job ever since
Almost missed my flight, had to hit it one more time though
Trappin' good condition, junkies blowin' up my line (Okay!)
I can't get too comfortable, they'll stab you from behind, ayy
They hate more than what you got, they hate what's on your mind
I cannot explain it, I just do not have the time
Funny how we say it's up when it be goin' down
[Chorus]
Shit don't even make sense
All I had to do was have patience
I sit back and listen, I'm like "wow"
They more like my kids than my own child
I do what it takes to make it pile
The way I'm movin' flagrant, that's a foul
Been this way since Webbie *Wipe Me Down*
You niggas just startin' to catch it now
[Intro] Yuh, ayy 30-20, yuh [Chorus] Shit don't even make sense All I had to do was have patience I sit back and listen, I'm like "wow" They more like my kids than my own child I do what it takes to make it pile The way I'm movin' flagrant, that's a foul Been this way since Webbie *Wipe Me Down* You niggas just startin' to catch it now [Verse] Ayy, y'all been known the truth for a while It's whatever now (Okay!) Stüssy sweater now, it's 1-3-1-7- now I'm Q. M., don't ever disrespect the lettuce child Lit, yuh, it's an event when we enter your function Money and success on my line, it's a conference I don't need no fake people in my circumference Two-face niggas make me sick to my stomach Ridin' through the city like a motherfuckin' president Started servin' bars, I ain't worked a job ever since Almost missed my flight, had to hit it one more time though Trappin' good condition, junkies blowin' up my line (Okay!) I can't get too comfortable, they'll stab you from behind, ayy They hate more than what you got, they hate what's on your mind I cannot explain it, I just do not have the time Funny how we say it's up when it be goin' down [Chorus] Shit don't even make sense All I had to do was have patience I sit back and listen, I'm like "wow" They more like my kids than my own child I do what it takes to make it pile The way I'm movin' flagrant, that's a foul Been this way since Webbie *Wipe Me Down* You niggas just startin' to catch it now Explain Request ×
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