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qualls - untitled 4 lyrics

[verse 1: qualls]
destined for bigger dreams
hop on the wave or get lost in the stream
washed, if qualls ain’t mentioned in arguments of who next
this freshman double x gone turn to triple x and imma start coming at necks
i’m already f-cking heads since we love being cubed in
can’t even rely on fam d-mn
i guess that’s just how we moving
get a new circle start doing good for myself
that’s when u-haul -ss
oh i heard they waiting
what if they ain’t with the bar sh-t
what if they want to hear the run up in your car sh-t
do you think you see yourself being top, i can’t see that far sh-t
spew the real f-ck an image
a n-gg- ain’t hard unless tuitions are what we spending
lemme finish now an mc then hopped up in it
this just the scrimmage, i ain’t even vented
surrounded by styles that are rented b-tch i’m vintage
the menace on tracks with only a sentence
no turning back know i meant it
i just want you to know my soul is in it qualls (lemme get that back)
i just want you to know that my soul is in it qualls

[verse 2: semaj]
now who’s going to break my soul
the words you say don’t mold
your words don’t mold my future
and if they do have my dreams come sooner
hey hey hey

you think you know pain n-gg-
been so depressed i thought about slitting these veins n-gg-
see you let that white picket fence get to yo brain n-gg-
you made it out the hood
okay good but to the system you still a slave n-gg-
don’t be brave n-gg-
press yo brakes and stay up in yo lane n-gg-
n-gg- i rap real, these rhymes is for yo brain
i’m a lyrical advil
star n-gg-s snorting c-ke from some stripper -sses
didn’t you hear that crack k!lls
don’t let it take another emmet till to get a black man out the field
the new field ain’t picking cotton
it’s the entertainment biz where they have us locked in
i could’ve p-ssed it up like a young john stockton
but the ladies love a baller with a beard
i tell her come play with my houston rocket
i don’t have dead presidents
i have quarterbacks with the way my money running out the pocket
well won’t you look at that here my darling
a n-gg- making money
he must be charles barkley
i’m the black rockefeller
soon to be draped in ysl and margiela
can’t name another rapper that’s iller
mike jackson thriller
apex the k!ller
smashing on chocolate girls
that ain’t truffle b-tter that there is nutella
and i ain’t an ape but i go realla
n-gg-

[verse 3: detroit redd]
you don’t know half of the sh-t that i been through
you don’t know my story, you wasn’t there in my bed room
i was talking to my walls
the answers i need cue
wrote in cursive i don’t know where i started
now i could paint the last supper picture and make it the hardest
you going see too many n-gg-s with some pain and they heartless
and regardless ima share the bread
grape wine welch juice
p-ssing around blunts and a bowl full of fruit loops
roaches in the cereal i was forced to get 2 more
rats came out at night i use to catch them on my momma’s floor
ain’t sh-t to be a dollar so 2 more ain’t sh-t neither
get your funds up far fetched like a 100 meters
i make the profit fast, i bought a qutie off of two features
i don’t play around i get around don’t talk tho
cash rules drop had me feeling like j cole
i’m truly yours
and you won’t worry about sh-t because the worlds is yours
you know you got me if you need i’ll be there
i put my life on to this paper
i just thought that sh-t was fair
but if you really f-ck with me i’m just asking why you care
i was a back seat shawty b-tches loved me cause my hair
other than that i was dusty
being broke ain’t never bugged me
p-ssy bed i use to sleep in
granny house was every weekend
that’s the only time we eating
everyday gets harder
make it easier to sleep in
i ain’t talking i’m just preaching, show me love
i can’t show love baby i’m still finding my heart
i don’t play roles n-gg- i pick n-gg-s a part
real life boss moves i really play chess but i ain’t chested out
tight p-ssy get stretched out
and that’s just on the bird i’m a man of my word
i know sh-t just ain’t the same y’all just don’t forget my name
i know sh-t just ain’t the same
just please don’t forget my name

[verse 4: qualls]

(4 o’clock in the morning)
(been at this sh-t all night)
(i told myself i wouldn’t get back on this hoe, but f-ck it)
now back to this ambition
it couldn’t be spoken on without a mention of the temporary ceiling we call the system
broken but broken through with the wisdom
of my elderly kin
soaked in, while i try my best to pretend
i know nothing, another fruit from the tree of stereotypical men
knowing no better than to chase after trends
dog these hoes, ignore real women it’s too tempting to sin
it’s too easy for my skin not to make it to the pen
that’s why i pick it up and release what is in
an inner cleanse somewhat making amends
for attempting to follow a lead and blend
when i only ended up clouding my lens

- qualls lyrics

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