Sticks And Stones Q Da Fool

[Intro: Q Da Fool]
Sticks and stones, Mama I'm not a baby, your son grown
I had to roam through them streets alone
OG Bob introduced me to sticks and stones
Nigga said he wanted beef, man, lets get it on
That boy better have a bullet proof fitted on
My niggas Rock and Roll, like a Rolling Stone
Hit him with the stick now that nigga gone

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
Why they had to kill my nigga?
Why they had to snitch on me?
Why them people all in my business?
My family so worried about me
Whole hood boy they buy that shit from me
I need cash I don't slide no shit for free
I always get away, I'm a different breed
10 toes in the jungle higher than some trees
Homicide for a package (Cause work what I need)
You trap too slow, we at different speeds
I really got blood brothers who replace every C with a B
Fuck up the studio, skeet on the beat
Ferragamo slippers; No more cuffs on my feet
I look so damn sleepy been sipping Tussionex all week
We been bussing at the ops all week
Gucci face mask, just to take a nap
3 thousand dollar outfit up in the trap
I fuck it up then I get it right back
First time I cook I ain't get shit back
Young assassin, who know how to rap
Marvin Gaye when I'm breaking her back
When I was broke, they ain't like me a lot
Now I got money bitches like me a lot
We gon' air it out, we gon' pull off
We out Texas with the roof off
Rich Shoota, yeah, I make the calls
I could make a play and make a song
He don't got enough money take that boy home
I don't want to fuck, bitch leave me alone
Molly in the Jay, I'm higher than a drone
Got all this respect on my own