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Quick Reminder Lyrics - Artist : Don Q
I'm planning on keeping my name from "In memory of"
I swear this game will break up a bond with some people you generally love The way they be moving, man I cannot tell if they jealous or is it a grudge They see me excelling, or is it because they picture failing? Well picture me sailing through Italy pouring a pitcher of mud Nigga, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah I came from the block and I'm cocky as shit Ain't taking a shot but I got the assist Still playing defense, just watch for the pick Coppers ain't slick with that stopping and frisk Jump out if you wet and I'm hopping a fence Chanel's release and I got them at Fifth's 10k at least for my shopping expensive (on what, nigga?) All on footwear, nigga Turn the strip club to a book fair, nigga Walk in the trap, it's a cook here Think it's a jux here, don't even look here, nigga Where I'm from, it ain't been a good year Seen a lot of young niggas lives get took here, nigga You don't really know what it took here, bitch I was chosen before I was put here, nigga Street niggas tell me "Don't switch up the subject" They want us to break but the shit ain't destructed How much can you take when the system corrupted? She in love with the AP, my wrist so seductive Once I reach for my zipper, that's end of discussion I be she gon' taste every drip when I'm nuttin When I fly out of state, I got zips in my luggage They told me a play wouldn't fit but I stuffed it, nigga (yeah) Yeah, look at they face, yeah they sick to they stomach I grew up with niggas that's Crippin' and Bloodin' And ain't have to bang just to fit in or nothing You moving like you too timid or something They acting like they forgetting or something Like a rapper that's better is living or something It gotta be 2Pac or Biggie or something I got a shoe box of 20s to put on the enemy Go out and Kennedy son Niggas smile in your like we friendly or something Niggas all in my space like they lending me something Like managers still don't remember me Switching identities in different cities or something Like cameras around the facility, ain't got no pics of me All out in Philly or something |
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