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"Trading Places"

Can't just give it to em
They gotta wait for it
New Wave 3
Quilly Millz
I'm right in

Ayo shit ain't what it seem
I'm jus tryna live my dream
Get my mom out the hood
I wanna see her stay clean,
Some real niggas left me
Couple real niggas left,
Girls call me bestie,
They know I'm in my hefty
Walk into perform, I'm leavin with a gretzy
Put the stamp on it, you gon leave with some pepsi's
Siah on the run he told me they gon have to catch 'em
He said he strapped too, so they gon have to stretch 'em
I'm bout a quick flip, all about a double
Listen to my babymom cause she kept me outta trouble
Workin off the phone: I don't gotta play the block now
I can hear my oldhead in the background
(Quilly put the rocks down, it's time to mix and lock now)
They say I'm back and I'm frontin on niggas
If I rode motorcycles I'd be stuntin on niggas
If I played basketball I'd be dunkin on niggas
Get a black and white spur I'm Tim Duncan on niggas
I got a couple bad bitches you ain't fuckin em with us
I be eatin fine, sipping wine at Hibachis
But still would get a wingding platter from the Papi's
I'm brighter than 1000 watts
Getcha bars up
I got that 9 volt flow that gotchu charged up
Smokin out the ziploc, baby putcha jars up
We comin thru in spaceships putcha cars up
I can see your whole hand, pick ya cards up
The dreamteam it's gon be hard to guard us
Ya babymom lookin at me, guess she star struck
Wen I pull off you can tell her pick her jaw up
I be sellin that white, yeah I'm cool with the fiends
I be drinkin that purple (yeah I'm sippin that lean)
I ain't blood, I ain't crip but I'm bangin for green
I'm tryna get my 5 in, I'm tryna stay on my dean

When my son cry, it make me feel sad,
When I'm locked up, it makes me feel bad
Cause I'm a real father
Shoutout to the real dads
Whoever met they real father, know they real dad
As the years passed,
My whole life changed
I was fucked up, then I saw nice change
Tryna have a good day, I have night pains
I lost my godbrother to a dice game

Lemme find out niggas snitchin, niggas on anotha note
Nigga all we got is honor, nigga all we got is hope
I got this pen, I got this pad, I got this little bit of coke
And I'm a take it outta town and make this little bit of (dough)
It was all about we, I'm worried bout me first
Burberry plaids and Michael Kors for t-shirts
It's like I'm ballin overseas, you was never in my league
Sour give me power so I never get fatigued,
I be tryna tell her leave,
She never wanna leave
She be tellin me "I'm cool, let me breeze, let me breathe"
Hoodrats, niggas rattin too, it's all about the cheese,
Especially when it's your friends, it's hard to believe,

I need a vacation, wanna, I wanna get away!
Sometimes I wanna leave,
Sometimes I wanna, I wanna get away!
Sometimes I wanna leave,..

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