[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
What be worth the wait and what amounts to nothing
Better than 9 to 5s or pushing weight or something
These was two for 5 bruh, ain’t no way he buffin
Bugging, used to losing dozens, used to booze for buzzin
This a body of water, ain’t no wave buddy
Shit, I put that on e'er'body
The type of dude say that Q ain’t dope, ooh the nerve of em
Type of dude see you: "Q, what’s up?", put the swerve on him
"That’s a living legend" that’s the usual
"Q's a living headache", also usual
We ain’t eye to eye, what you gon' do me fo'
I be in the cridib with the wiz watching Judge Judy, bro
This no place for quitters, quitters duly note
When life ties you down, beloved, chew the rope
If you swimming in lemons, get em by the throat
Squeeze em to the pulp, and fill a cup of something for ya folks
It seems the grass grow where the haves go
It seems the asphalt full of assholes
What will be will be and come to pass
If you heed the need you take to task
What you mad fo'?
I done seen the best of em quit just shy of winning
I done seen the least of these chumps dipped out like Reggie Kenneth
Ol' bidness cliche, fake friends, fame, body image
First they dread it, now they get it, a regular rocky Dennis
Quelle Chris his chosen name, no gimmicks
Why rock wrist and neck if the wrist and neck all rented?
Why rock Colgates and crests when the disrespect authentic?
Now what they call abstract is what we simply call lyrics
What be worth the wait and what amounts to nothing
Better than 9 to 5s or pushing weight or something
These was two for 5 bruh, ain’t no way he buffin
Bugging, used to losing dozens, used to booze for buzzin
This a body of water, ain’t no wave buddy
Shit, I put that on e'er'body
The type of dude say that Q ain’t dope, ooh the nerve of em
Type of dude see you: "Q, what’s up?", put the swerve on him
"That’s a living legend" that’s the usual
"Q's a living headache", also usual
We ain’t eye to eye, what you gon' do me fo'
I be in the cridib with the wiz watching Judge Judy, bro
This no place for quitters, quitters duly note
When life ties you down, beloved, chew the rope
If you swimming in lemons, get em by the throat
Squeeze em to the pulp, and fill a cup of something for ya folks
It seems the grass grow where the haves go
It seems the asphalt full of assholes
What will be will be and come to pass
If you heed the need you take to task
What you mad fo'?
I done seen the best of em quit just shy of winning
I done seen the least of these chumps dipped out like Reggie Kenneth
Ol' bidness cliche, fake friends, fame, body image
First they dread it, now they get it, a regular rocky Dennis
Quelle Chris his chosen name, no gimmicks
Why rock wrist and neck if the wrist and neck all rented?
Why rock Colgates and crests when the disrespect authentic?
Now what they call abstract is what we simply call lyrics
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