[Intro]
Beat Demons in your ear
[Chorus: Quin NFN]
We had to starve, I had it hard, but I'm havin' my way
They tellin' me that I done changed, but I'm stuck in my ways
I ain't never, ever had no church, got this Glock on my waist
Quincho the hardest steppin' out and it's not for debate
I've been runnin' up that money with each of my dawgs, yeah
He play around, we tryna clap him like round of applause, yeah
Niggas burnin' bridges, fuck 'em, I'm steppin' on y'all neck
Don't need no favor for a favor, I'm coolin' 'em all, yeah
[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
And they know I rock designer, lil' Quincho steppin' in Bale'
We met four hoes in the valley, then flew them hoes out to Cali
What's the addy? My mama know I hustle like my daddy
I'm a savage, caught your man just fuck with us and he gon' vanish, uh
Ayy, Quin made it to the top, niggas can't stand it, huh?
Ayy, if this rap shit don't work, back to the package, huh?
Ayy, you'll smell a whole lotta dope whenever I'm standin' by
And I do my dirt by my lonely, niggas gon' testify
Pick the card that I was dealt when I believe I gotta eat
And I won't switch up for no fame or digits, that's just not for me
I know my dawg'll be beside me right or wrong, don't gotta speak
He play around, we pop the heat, .223, it stop the beef, ah
I spit that struggle on the beat to give the streets vibes
And I'm the flyest nigga livin', need a G5
Big brother Flame taught me the game when I was knee high
Lotta niggas throw my name in the dirt, I don't hit rewind, ayy
Beat Demons in your ear
[Chorus: Quin NFN]
We had to starve, I had it hard, but I'm havin' my way
They tellin' me that I done changed, but I'm stuck in my ways
I ain't never, ever had no church, got this Glock on my waist
Quincho the hardest steppin' out and it's not for debate
I've been runnin' up that money with each of my dawgs, yeah
He play around, we tryna clap him like round of applause, yeah
Niggas burnin' bridges, fuck 'em, I'm steppin' on y'all neck
Don't need no favor for a favor, I'm coolin' 'em all, yeah
[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
And they know I rock designer, lil' Quincho steppin' in Bale'
We met four hoes in the valley, then flew them hoes out to Cali
What's the addy? My mama know I hustle like my daddy
I'm a savage, caught your man just fuck with us and he gon' vanish, uh
Ayy, Quin made it to the top, niggas can't stand it, huh?
Ayy, if this rap shit don't work, back to the package, huh?
Ayy, you'll smell a whole lotta dope whenever I'm standin' by
And I do my dirt by my lonely, niggas gon' testify
Pick the card that I was dealt when I believe I gotta eat
And I won't switch up for no fame or digits, that's just not for me
I know my dawg'll be beside me right or wrong, don't gotta speak
He play around, we pop the heat, .223, it stop the beef, ah
I spit that struggle on the beat to give the streets vibes
And I'm the flyest nigga livin', need a G5
Big brother Flame taught me the game when I was knee high
Lotta niggas throw my name in the dirt, I don't hit rewind, ayy
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