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soul plane - ot7 quanny lyrics

[verse 1: ot7 quanny]
when i was in that room, ain’t say n0body name
my son know his dad a king, he just like bronny james
we tryna whack a opp
he caught a body and then he told, that n*gga status dropped
they tryna search me at the door, i got that heater on me
f*ck the show and the promoters, i’ma keep the money
i got a school of young soldiers, this sh*t like major payne
catch a cap rap n*gga and then we take his chain
youngest turnt n*gga, yeah, i done moved up
i used to do them early morning shifts, just like a school bus
now i’m ballin’ on these n*ggas, yeah, i’m lequan james
you should see my f*cking face whеn the line came

[bridge: ot7 quanny]
i’m that n*gga in my projеcts, you know i’m really lit
only thing i see, blood in my eyes, i’m on some billy sh*t
real north philly sh*t, i’m just tryna get flithy rich
i’m that n*gga in my projects, you know i’m really lit
only thing i see, blood in my eyes, i’m on some billy sh*t
real north philly sh*t, i’m just tryna get flithy rich

[verse 2: ot7 quanny]
ain’t tryna find no f*ckin’ soulmate
they put his dumbass in the sky, we call him soul plane
started with the rubber bands, that’s when the rollie came
put some f*ckin’ gold on his head, that n*gga notre dame
i f*ck the same hoes as jalen hurts in my city
i got out of town plays, they payin’ thirty for that fendi
he bet his last on them dice, that n*gga seven’d out
you could still could catch me in my projects givin’ credit out
i’ll twist a n*gga cap just like a f*ckin’ soda
he heard the *clap clap* and seen the flames, now his party over
i’m goin’ straight to the hall of fame right now, if i retire
in my city, i’m like marlo from the f*ckin’ wire
my lil’ n*gga shoot that three, just like he ray*ray
i’ll show a b*tch a good time just like i’m j.j
fifty*thousand worth of dior sittin’ in my closet
clown ass n*gga, we call you mcdonald’s
real savage ass n*gga, i thought i told you this
my mask on, i ain’t gettin’ high but i’m tryna smoke some sh*t
free rock, i still be sendin’ money to my celly
i don’t think that i could die, i’m dmx from belly
n*ggas still live with they mom, i’m in a different league
pull up like i’m j.j. redd*ck, i’m tryna hit a three
f*ck a diss track, send you to jesus
whole puppy in the trunk, duckin’ the state troops
you went missin’ for all that time and you ain’t got no money
i went missin’ for sixty days and came back with a hundred
n*ggas talk ’bout 50k, you know i got you beat
i would’ve shot bishop first, yeah, i am not raheem
f*ck rap, ain’t doin’ shows, ain’t jumpin’ in no crowds
’cause if somebody touch my pockets, i’ma gun ’em down
i got addicted to them flames, yeah, and them drummer sounds

- ot7 quanny lyrics

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