HQ-2O2 Lyrics

Yeah I'm sorry

I'm sorry for all them breaks I take. (My apologies)

But it's never nothing fake I make

You know this shit automatic

Very ecstatic

They keep telling me I had it like I don't have it, like

You know?

I just had to pay the costs and

One concern is we worrying about if we lost it

Feel me?

It's Got Scrilla forever and I could never

Follow you

Niggas don't even talk to yall no more

I know it's been a long time

I had to catch this before the views

Think my exes hittin snooze

They sleeping on me

They was creepin on me

And they wasn't playing by the rules

Hold on shall I introduce?

It's Scrilla I'm from the Deuce

Hollis Ave, Two Zero Two

So you know I keep 'em by the two

My daddy died in '02

And Jam Master Jay too

They threw that body on Yadi

I don't even think they got proof

I don't think that's something he'll do

His own blood went blue

I just pray he make a way through

I just hope my niggas stay true

Conversations in the mirror

So I don't think they ever gone hear us

But I know they always gone fear us

So that's why they never come near us

As a youngin it was all lit

I could never see me call quits

And the biggest ones we called rich

Was just really working long shifts

They tried to grab Hov, grabbed Diddy

That's the whole New York City

So I ever stack up to a billi

I know they gone come and get me

In that whip I gotta move shifty

I could never ever steer wrong

I done even took some years off

And I'm still here in rare form

Out in Houston like Whitney

Tell Davel come get me

Now it's all dimes member hard times when we used to count our pennies

Copped a whippa then I hit a stripper

I was running game in the sprinter

And I ain't even have to tip her

That's how it is when you with a winner

I was going in all winter I ain't even want to undress her

She cried tears on my shoulder

That's Denim Tears on my sweater

Said let me sex yo mind up she got wetter

She like how I stroke her thoughts that's real pressure

And I know right now I ain't perfect it gets better

And I just pray you have patience for a stepper, for real