Quick Question Lyrics

Why the world set us brothers up lose

And they wonder why we always tend to shoot

Using guns for dispute

Hell fast put a nigga on his back and him mute

Even funny to these niggas to rob a man out his boots

Quick question

Would you apply that pressure

Just to claim to be a stepper

When it only takes 5 pounds of pressure

Yeah Its cold in this world

But ion even need a sweater

Regardless of the weather

Ima always get the cheddar

Just so my life can better

Been feeling fucked up

Before i even met her

Reminiscing bout the days in jersey

When my dad would really make it better

He would give yung sti whatever

4 year olds with a 100 dollar bill inside my pocket

Baby kirk the trending topic

Older cousins on the block

So you know they had it popping

Daddy was a hustla

Never late for them deposits

But it caught up to him

Now he barely gotta wallet

Father like son

But aint no creed or adonis

Grow up ina dirty city

I gotta be honest

Ready for the future put the past shit behind us

And if you ready get the fuck from around us

Tryna be up so them crackers can not down us

Get my divided

Remain the same like a synonym

Start off with a quarter to them 50s

Til them MMs

Grew up in 2 city

Where they really get them killings in

So Dont get yo heart involved

And def gone get yo feelings in

Just get yo money and thats where the business ends

Choose closely on the niggas that you really call yo friend

Cause they'll be ones shooting at the same car you in

YEAH

With the same one i can really say i love em

Different mothers but we all claim to be brothers

We Had to make a way cause all us came out the gutter

Had to choose between guns or either the butter

Stupid muthafuckers would choose guns over brothers

But if i had to i choose butter over rubbers

Cause fuck sex i rather make money then make lovers

Fuck rules i never follow suit

i keep a 38 inside of my boot

Call me bishop cause a yung nigga really got the juice

Maudcon ass niggas know they aint gone shoot

It's a honor to be similar to snoop

That means im hoping out the coupe

Murder was the case

So you know a nigga down to shoot

Dig a nigga myself to take his ass back to his roots

And have his bitch come thru for a session grabbing and blowing on my flute

Why the world set us brothers up to lose

And they wonder why we always tend to shoot

Using guns for dispute

Hell fast put a nigga on his back and have him mute

Even funny to these niggas to knock a man UHH

Why the world set us brothers up to lose

And they wonder why we always tend to shoot

Using guns for dispute

Hell fast put a nigga on his back and him mute

Even funny to these niggas to knock a man out his boots