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qeeb - intro lyrics

pray to the lord all day that i make it out of the ends one day
lost a lot of people close to me its mad i ain’t never gonna be the same
smile on my face but its calm cos these n+ggas know that i do not play
stuck with these pain 4l no drugs can make em go away
cops try chase us down so we doing the race tay k mom said son please stay safe but i’m out on road tryna move this weight
got no time for a hater see a opp burn him with the smith no jorja on the field ball like didier drogba them man just act please give them some oscars
big up yourself my breda don’t ever let no one talk you down
head up chest up face your fears at the end of the day we gon make it out facts we don’t do sh+t for clout but yunno that p’s what we about n+ggas always act like they gon ride but no where to be found when you down bad
its crazy n+ggas ain’t slim but shady sheisty n+ggas ain’t slatt but slimy grimy i’on even want no friends just lowe me like digga d i get chingy chingy true say i’m the one no headie no cap no kizzy qeeb too drilly pull up on your block what’s goodie

yeah c’monn 234 to the world and back
we outchea gangbiz
smokey setting you get me
n+ggas know
let’s go let’s go

bang that dot dot n+ggas know me i got smoke no hotbox ducking 5.0 don’t wanna end up on a mug shot still keep a toolie like teddy bruckshot i beg man don’t cross us
cuh you gon get put on tee free clout you famous scene gets t t taped off shut down lock arfff just like sonic they dash off
back out my shank and shave up a man don’t even try cross my path rest up to the fallen ones and free all my bro’s that’s locked in the can opp block tour we circle around catch a opp slipping we beating that bine baow baow bullets stay flying don’t got a gun then i’m swinging my arm ching ching
chest shot headshot or i ying him in his top
bare juice got spilled ain’t taking bout ketchup
from quay n+ggas know i been on my job
but i’m still on roads tryna score these points
quick reroute when we see them cops
straight to the action we don’t talk
they give verbal see us they duck
signed to the streets just like lil durk
us man on the top of the ranking
opps get bagged get straight to the rating
sad ting mad ting
get me mad imma slap my hand ting
out with the gang and yunno we genging
alhamdullilah for the day that we could’ve died bit we didn’t
made me believe i’m here for a reason

intro to the tape
you lot not readyy

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