10, 9, 8, 7 Quincey White (Ft. D Smoke)

[Intro: D Smoke]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Quincey, you better tell these niggas what it's like

[Chorus: Quincey White]
I stay ten toes down
Got a nine full of rounds
Roll an eighth of the loud
I'm on the 7, bitch
On the 7, bitch
I stay ten toes down
Got a nine full of rounds
Roll an eighth of the loud
I'm on the 7, bitch
On the 7, bitch

[Verse 1: Quincey White]
Yeah, uh
When y'all was learning your ABCs, I was learning sign language
On how to throw up the park and recognize what other sides claiming
No one, two, trees, just .223s, rival gang sprayin' 'til they all layin' with eyes dilated
No one gon' hold your hand and cross these streets
Danger, who that nigga and that MC?
Pass thе clip
We finna play tag, you it
Blast a fifth
Play on my corner, coroner bags will zip
I knеw this dude from school name Rayvon, he was a fool
Super Blood, would't use a crayon if it was blue
He rocked Levi's with Calvin Klein shirt, whatever shoes
Had red strings, I mean, he was truly a Damu
Our white Black history teacher played us rude
So Rayvon said he ain't from Africa, he from Piru
My whole family tree is with it too
Like a family full of doctors and lawyers, i follow suit