Nelson Mandela Quilly (Ft. Kur)

[Hook: Quilly]
Guns in the ceiling, coke in the cellar
They tried to lock me in that cell like Nelson Mandela
Guns in the ceiling, coke in the cellar
They tried to lock me in that cell like Nelson Mandela
Paraphernalia, Paraphernalia
My niggas' ridin' wit them pumps, I ain't talkin' Inhalers
Paraphernalia, Paraphernalia
They say killas move in silence but snitches'll tell you

[Verse 1: Quilly]
I come from the projects, labeled a failure
Bullets'll wet you, might need an umbrella
I'm gettin' this money; word to my teller
You ridin' my wave, I guess I'm the sailor
I think I'm the shit, especially when they can smell you
I spin that work just like (?) top of propellers
That buy me some Ferro, then buy me some Fendi
She screamin' out "Quilly!", I'm pouring her Remy
We eatin' down Frisco, she kool wit some Wendy's
We into (?) she kool wit some pennies
Sour cigars, pills by the jar, I'm buying it soft
Whippin' it hard
You talkin' to cops, you kool wit the guards
Shaka my lawyer, I'm beatin the charge
Nelson Mandela, Nelson Mandela
My pockets filled wit dead Presidents; Nelson Mandela