Old Quan Rich Homie Quan

[Chorus]
I told my girl and my mom last month, won't let that pain get to me
Can't sell my soul, I try not to overdose from that pain medicine
Try not to be vulnerable when I won't let my guard down and I can't let them in
Never sell your soul Quan, everybody want the old Quan, but I'm tryna be a better me (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Tryna keep my mind on that money
Tryna keep my head straight up
Mama told me don't leave that house without that bed made up
Gotta keep my lawyer on retainer in case them FEDS take us
We just gotta make that money, can't let that bread make us
Do this shit for gang, gang
Put a bullet in a nigga chest
Same spot his chain hang (Buss a nigga heart)
I'mma boss I can make time for what I want
I can arrange things
I saw a cloudy sky then I looked up that when the rain came
Then I told the bitch cash this [?] check
Forty for this lil plain shit
Young nigga blowin your brain quick
Daddy had a shop by Family Dollar
We used to pull up on Bankhead
The middle of my chest where the pain at
I told myself keep it a buck
I need to talk to somebody that I can trust