[Intro]
Cio
Ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
[Chorus: Quin NFN]
Move from the cave to the beach front, still tryna fly P's out
Thankin' God, I took the G route, they respect it, we don't need clout
Had to grind to get my tee out, Quin the MVP now
These niggas ain't 'bout what we 'bout, when it's cold, we bring the heat out
They killin' us with our hands up, we just tryna run our bands up
And I was taught to man up, knock 'em down if niggas stand up
But they didn't understand us, it's nothin' they can hand us
Lotta snakes get in the way, 'cause niggas hatin' that I ain't regular, I'm fed up
[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
I be kidnappin' cabbage, duffle baggin' it up
I got the Mossberg in the crib, could fill up gas with this punk (We on)
I pulled up, and they like, "Sir, please, put the bags in the trunk" (Let's do it)
I said, "The engine in the back, let's put the bags in the front (Come on)
See we was out there in the streets, the paper slow with the job
Drop the roof upon the Beam, I feel closer to God
I got a hoe but she like bitches, we might have a ménage
And I roll with the squad like fisherman, I'm exposin' the road
I shot the ground but never spoke it (We on)
It's my time and niggas know it (I promise)
Niggas propably think I'm coachin', how these plays get put in motion (We gone)
I can't help but I was chosen
We ain't movin' off emotion (At all)
All these diamonds got me frozen
Now I'm ballin' like DeRozan
I be feelin' like I'm Pac or like I'm Big or somethin'
Maybe even Snoop, I really smoked more dope than Wiz or somethin'
Call me Dr. Phil, a couple bills to take his kids or somethin'
I just play dumb, I'm numb but still act like I'm feelin' somethin', uh
Cio
Ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
[Chorus: Quin NFN]
Move from the cave to the beach front, still tryna fly P's out
Thankin' God, I took the G route, they respect it, we don't need clout
Had to grind to get my tee out, Quin the MVP now
These niggas ain't 'bout what we 'bout, when it's cold, we bring the heat out
They killin' us with our hands up, we just tryna run our bands up
And I was taught to man up, knock 'em down if niggas stand up
But they didn't understand us, it's nothin' they can hand us
Lotta snakes get in the way, 'cause niggas hatin' that I ain't regular, I'm fed up
[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
I be kidnappin' cabbage, duffle baggin' it up
I got the Mossberg in the crib, could fill up gas with this punk (We on)
I pulled up, and they like, "Sir, please, put the bags in the trunk" (Let's do it)
I said, "The engine in the back, let's put the bags in the front (Come on)
See we was out there in the streets, the paper slow with the job
Drop the roof upon the Beam, I feel closer to God
I got a hoe but she like bitches, we might have a ménage
And I roll with the squad like fisherman, I'm exposin' the road
I shot the ground but never spoke it (We on)
It's my time and niggas know it (I promise)
Niggas propably think I'm coachin', how these plays get put in motion (We gone)
I can't help but I was chosen
We ain't movin' off emotion (At all)
All these diamonds got me frozen
Now I'm ballin' like DeRozan
I be feelin' like I'm Pac or like I'm Big or somethin'
Maybe even Snoop, I really smoked more dope than Wiz or somethin'
Call me Dr. Phil, a couple bills to take his kids or somethin'
I just play dumb, I'm numb but still act like I'm feelin' somethin', uh
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