quan millz – did it on em lyrics
listen, all you haters are my slaves
i count fifthy thousand in the bank
soon as i get it in
it ain’t nothing changing. i always make em pray to god
i turn em to a friend of mine
all you trash talkers in the background laid off
i might sign a couple digits in your celly
when i’m paid off
i ain’t wasting time with these lames
on the book i’m finna sign off
i be on the notepad. it’s almost like an ipad
writting lyrics in my notes, and i use it like a ipad
i’m ahead of my game, never faded, never trippin
easy to make a million off a mixtape
i’ma real hustla, i’m never slippin n-gga
i make it better while they busy making s-xtapes
i ain’t on a record deal
tell me how you n-ggas feel
that straight on wordplay, is how these n-ggas k!ll
i’m dropping 16-20 when they sign me on
my first song should be a f-cking hit, if they sign me on
i’m on a mission to k!ll rappers, i’m not a murderer
i will never stoop down to a hoe’s level
carry aids, bacteria
i rather cuff a main chick like a cop arresting
drug addicts, resisting to take a drug test
you know what time it is, i guess i’m losing track of time
these n-ggas say they cuffin but they never even seen the v
low profile, haters speaking in a back door
i make enough money in a check, more than what you bargained for
tying ratchet hoes in the bed, like a r-t-rded wh0r-
it’s time to say a prayer, make a come up n-gga
i ate the beat it’s said and done, i don’t wanna say no more
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