QUALITY CONTROL Lyrics

If you a real nigga

You could feel this in ya soul

Got four pockets full

Movin' with quality control

They said the game is to be sold not told

So I ain't never leave the spot

Until everything was sold

Got to stack that bread up

Till that mothafucka mold

Had to get it on my own

Ain't nothin' for you to hold

All them dark lonely nights

Made a nigga so cold

But my heart full of platinum

And my neck full of gold

I'm just chasing' after pape

I'm just chasing after goals

Niggas be typin' special

But they ain't really bold

If you been through what I been through

Then I bet you probably fold

Skinny nigga in good denim

But the pockets on swole

Same Pelle Martin Had

Penny's stupider than Cole

Shout my nigga

He in the cut with the pole

Been watchin' artists flourish

Wit a style that they stole

Team player

I just play the game according to my role

Been on the roll

She gon' suck it while I roll

Smokin' out the bag

Or I'm smokin' out the bowl

Can't get caught up on the wire

Don't be talkin' on phones

Got to keep the devil

Way down in the hole

Ain't nothin' to chat bout

I don't need to talk to haters

I was movin' my own work

Servin' back and forth like waiters

Now I score a touchdown

And just sort the paper

Settin' up plays like a offensive coordinator

Them folks be tryna intercept

You gotta watch for blitz

Never count another nigga money

Cause it's nacho chips

Ground beefin over cheese

Will get your taco split

Always droppin' A1 recordings on some Rocko shit