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quilly 3 intro - quilly lyrics

[intro: quilly]
yeaaaah! come oooon! na na!

[verse 1: quilly]
i want the streets to remember
i want the hood to remember me
not just philly, i want the world to see, this that quilly 3
haters sick, i know they’re mad at me, k!llin’ these haters
whoever doubted me, real n-gg-s love it
i know they’re proud of me, this that quilly 3
come wit them racks, won’t get a show for free
come wit them racks, won’t get a verse for free
this that quilly 3, this that quilly 3
mention philly, gotta mention me
i was facing 4 to 8 if they sentenced me, now, this that quilly 3
now this that quilly 3, get out the hood, is there a way for me?
when it rain make (?) pray for me, this that quilly 3
yeah, this that quilly 3, i had the whole city dissin’ me
lil durk asked meek could he mention me, this that quilly 3
this that quilly 3
i’m still wit them n-gg-s’ that i’ll ride for
i’m still wit them n-gg-s’ that i’ll die for
on dek, we’re independent as july 4th, i be sober k!llin’ sh-t
f-ck i’m high for? stood 10 toes down
can’t put my feet up, golden-state offense
compet-tion should “d” up
droppin’ everything in my pocket, that’s on the re-up
county boy seat-belt on, liftin’ my seat up
i’m one hit away, it ain’t enough hours in a day
vvs over here, ain’t nothing gray
i done been through so much sh-t, what can they say?
my lawyer ike, took them cases and beat em like anna mae
if a n-gg- ever cross that line, that’s where he stay
if a n-gg- mention d-ck around p-ssy, that n-gg- g-y
if you still playin’ the block over 30, you’re in the way
i make all my b-tches chill wit each other, i’m money may
i can feel it in the air, you ain’t even gotta stare
i’m in the trap sellin’ c-ke to my family, i never cared
it’s alway a broke n-gg- that had it but never shared
bring me tia & tamera, i’ll hit them b-tches in paris
pump yourself up, get deflated, i’m talkin’ aired
play the field like urlacher, i’m wit the bears
n-gg-s’ took the stand and start singin’; musical chairs
my youngins’ ain’t got no picks, shootin’ you there
at least i ain’t dead or in jail, look at the bright side
at least i never told on n-body, my n-gg-s’ likewise
call me anything but a rat, not in my lifetime
hate to see the black mamba ball, you n-gg-s’ pythons
i want a real foreign, steering wheel on the right side
f-ck bein’ a hood legend, b-tch, i’m an icon
see, your kind ain’t nothin’ like mine
i’m the underdog; steph curry, i’m nothin’ like bron
gave my monclers to my lil’ cousins’
wearin’ valentino like it’s banana republic
this sh-t is noithin’
you could give a broke b-tch the world
she still f-ckin’
you can tell a n-gg- eat wit you, he still tuckin’
i done been through so much pain, i don’t feel nothin’
i’m numb to the dumb sh-t, miss me wit the young sh-t
if she a dime and ain’t got 10 dollars, she a b-m b-tch
if you was disloyal over bread, you’re on some crumb sh-t
my youngin’ knew his dad his whole life, they never done sh-t
he wonder why his son 16, carry a drum clip
i’ma grind hard till’ the day break
my landlord want that money right, not a day late
got cameras watchin’ cameras, makin’ sure that the safe safe
i could eye ball it but the scale make the weight safe
i ain’t gon’ stop till’ my mom in a great place
and, i get that buss down frank wit the wraith face

- quilly lyrics

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