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i'm really that! - quincey white lyrics

[verse]
f*ck your list, your opinion ain’t sh*t
sh*t poppin’ from a podcast’ll get your ass hit
when you’re f*ckin’ with a park n*gga paintin’ timeless pictures
i should give ’em to an art dealer instead of these dsps
i get about four dollars for every thousand streams, let’s see
um, lemme do the math, tsk, okay, i got it
for every million, i get about four thousand dollars
the ones that make the machine the ones that’s makin’ the green
and if i ask for a raise, then i’m makin’ a scene
the nice way didn’t work, now i’m makin’ ’em bleed
walkin’ in marketin’ offices
turnin’ every one of y’all into some carcasses, ’cause honestly, i’m off of it
accumulated all these fans and i ain’t know how to get ’em
it’s like i’m dancin’ with the devil to the algorithm
so be careful when you tell a n*gga i’m not poppin’
when i’m at the range every day and i just went glock shoppin’
see, i’m not a n*gga that’s all into these *n*lytics
i just know how to pen it better than any soul breathin’
ho please, let’s stop pretendin’, actin’ like i’m not the illest
dr. dre grew my prescription, really, you ain’t got to listen
on la, i’m really that south central quarterback
if you try to blitz, i’m throwin’ bullets out the cul*de*sac
n*ggas on fig’ll split your wig, n*ggas on broadway get it the hard way
n*ggas on main do they thang, on the pedro they get lethal
goin’ down avalon, you really have to have a bond
with the gang that rock the halo, if not, you out your mind
el segundo boulevard, gang tats, bullet scars
tears for my dead homies, free my dawgs behind the wall
physically, i never been to prison
mentally, i’m servin’ sentences within the system
we was dodgin’ agents, just like the matrix
but the red or blue pill was red or blue laces, la sh*t
we out in vegas f*ckin’ all kinda hoes
makin’ b*tches squirt like the fountains at bellagio
throw seven on the dice, i’m comin’ out hot
how can i not? bet it all on black at the roulette table smellin’ like baccarat
copped a chain, copped a watch
copped a coupe, didn’t need this sh*t just to pop a thot
paid for that b*tch body and that big body
she flew right back home and sucked my d*ck sloppy
top me off like a bartender, l!ck the gooch
and the b*lls, got the dog in him, so i’m d*gg*n’ ’em
you think i’m callin’ ’em back? b*tch, i’m all into rap
flow like where the rams play, so fi’
passport stamped up, i’m like, “f*ck a co*sign”
been around the world, now it’s time the world know my
name, quincey white in them bright lights
center stage, crowd surfin’, but a n*gga been had a wave
i remember days we had nothin’
sh*t was quiet for us, hear the rumblin’ in my stomach
sleepin’ in the car, sh*ttin’, p*ssin’ with the dogs
still i didn’t quit, i had a vision i would ball
even as a little kid, i always knew i had a gift
never had a christmas tree, i thought santa was a myth
no reindeer, no sleighs flyin’ through the slums
just pain here, teen slain, dyin’ from a gun
shots rang out, the cops came out
when paramedics pump your chest, ain’t nothin’ to pray ’bout
your mama cryin’, news reportin’ live
heaven gained another angel in the sky
the choir sang out, memories fade out

- quincey white lyrics

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