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I'm stuck in my ways, I need to get my life back That pussy gon' die today cause he can't

get his fight back

I got a chop on my side, I wanna get they

life snatched

But every time they see me, man, they wanna

get me dap

A lot of niggas talkin' funny in they songs Mike Epps

Beat em up too many times, you need to get

that life hack

They like, Quan, you ain't right, how you gon' do him like that?

He be actin' like a roach, smoke him up, die fast

They like, Juan, you made the palm? I ain't even write that

How you talkin' like a gangster, you ain't even like that

If they makin' this about you, you gon' have

to fight back 23s, FNs, KDs, gon' snipe your ass

I tryna change my flow, they say they want that old Quan back

Makin' movies with the gang, they want that old Rock back

Talkin' bout it, you wanna punch? You gon' have to clock that

You ain't no motherfuckin' scammer, you gon' have to box that

I'm still that 517 nigga still get your homie whack

You try to get replacements, you can't get your homie back

It depends on who to go, you can't even call me that

Either way I'm gon' go, just like my daddy, I'll be back

You gon' miss me when I'm gone like I'm Drake

Got a motherfuckin' drac, it gon' be a closed case

He say he want some beef with me and he lil, no way

All them hollow tips gon' hit you in your bach, Rosé

Stop that talkin' when your breath stink

You gon' need some Colgate

I ain't never gon' stop rappin', yeah, I came a long way

I'ma hit you with that Fah Fah, if you talk the wrong way

Lil' bitch said she want me back, like a tire, you'll get rolled away

Chopper sent them up, up there, hurry up before they close the gate

Shootin' at three niggas from afar, this ain't the golden state

Ride around with a chopper like waka, you gon' get the flame

Everybody keep sayin' I need to stop rappin', I'm the one who blamed

They tryna cross me like they AI, but they ain't never make a shot

Man, they got my Brodie locked, middle fingers to the cops

Everybody out here tryna steal my wave, you ain't on the rod

Tryna diss me, it's gon' be a triple homicide

And I fall back, cause all I see is lies

Everybody out here beefin', so you know they mama cryin

But you speakin' on my people, you can't come back to the side

Pull up, chop a bullet, start flyin', then you die

I came here to get my motherfuckin' style back

I'm the king of the L, where my crown at

This chopper got extended, shootin' bullets, now your time passed

Now you on the news, cause your mama heard them shots blast

Don't make me have to get all of my killers, they gon' get em' stretched

If they won't take somethin' from me, I gon' get em' back

How you dissin'? You don't know me, you can't riddle that

Actin' like you blitzin', niggas, where your field at

Actin' like you got some money, I don't feel that

You gon' catch me outside with them blicks, no Dr. Phil ass

Every time we caught ahead, put a chopper, send a body bag

If you snitching bout the paper, we gon' have to find your ass

Nigga, you ain't never rap like me, trap like me

You ain't never catch a hat like me

We just caught him lackin', now he wanna act Spike Lee

Chasin' down on your block with that bike, Ice T

We walkin' down with the drac, he won't see his mom today

I ain't talkin' bout no pigeons, so he had to fly away

I'm the type to get a bag, you the type to spend some pape

No MJ, we do you bad, we gon' marchin' with the K

Talkin' all that tough stuff, but he won't say it to my face

Caught him lackin' broad, then we gon' mase em some like some spray

BBE, that's the gang, we ain't beefin' with no lame

Actin' like he got some dreads, now he bald, Tory Lanez

You ain't nothin' but a snake, you a snitch, and a fake

Talkin' bout you hate this city, go and take that cheap-ass plane

Talkin' down on QuanDogg, K will burn you like some steak

I be makin' all this money, and I can merch it every day, pussy

They think I fell off, but I'm still rappin' on my beats

If they wanna beef with me, up the chop, I'll make them flee

They like, what you wanna do? I'm just tryna make some cheese

Now they wanna hate on me because I'm D-O-double-G

He don't wanna sign, cause I'm from L-A-N-S-I-N-G

He don't wanna smoke with me, he must be doin' nicotine

I ain't talkin' musketeers, thinkin' I'm curry, shootin' three

Talkin' bout y'all pushin' P, and all y'all pushin' plea's

Fuck the rap game and these beats, I'm still gon' put him on the tee

He ain't no dog here, but I'm still gon' put him on the leash

I'm still stuck in my ways, I need to get my life back

That pussy gon' die today, cause he can't get his life back