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9 - quez cantrell lyrics

started with a thought then some action
finally found me a path in life
that i can chase with passion
they want me checking my wristband
for the plays i’m reminded
check down to my own
i’m clearing house til my time ends
coach don’t really care much as long as we winning
ncaa ain’t the only company pimping
y’all hiring?
y’all firing?
reminiscing on bad thoughts
think back to july 4th
p*ssy drunk on the sidewalk
woke up steve mcnair gone
what. imagine that
you barely see black quarterbacks
it’s one starting in your city
showing heart up in your city
carrying the heart up in your city
where they don’t even recognize the artist
in your city
that look like you
picture this it’s infrastructure here
somehow we ain’t factored in the structure here
police dept they do us no justice here
be feeling like it’s really just us here
most the time sh*t we don’t even trust us here
feel like they just stuck us here and now we really stuck out here
look across the bridge from country lights
and we can’t get a piece
like pac said let a n*gga in
we trying to eat
and y’all got all the fixings
sh*t you got salami as a meat
y’all even got the options for my vegan friends to eat
they took miss winners from culture
we been struggling with defeat
sometimes a meal with love is all you need to cure scene
they took the one out east it felt like family died
slim and husky’s popped up like yo cousin just came home
with no worries of going on the hole
he ain’t have to touch a pack cause we on
where post trauma make you feel cte like jeezy
i must be dreaming
collisions we survived you wouldn’t believe it
you had to see it
who would’ve thought we’d all make it alive
and get to give this sh*t another try
it’s like i’m rapping through the wire
so many n*ggas crashed out
so many n*ggas died
for so many n*ggas i’m gone ride
don’t even try to convince me
trying to carry my city like 9 did
with all the odds against me
in music city usa
as it was deemed by the queen
shout out to fisk jubilee
they stole the soul
country like rock and roll
it was ours now it’s yours
capitalized off the gold
can’t wait til we realize that we’re gold
and really change the time that we on
rolex type of time that we own
no ticking in the circle
not allowed not condoned
i know k!llers that’ll hurt you
about the name a n*gga carry
on his jersey
urban my dialect
need friends with wide checks
touch ends like wychek

- quez cantrell lyrics

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