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quilly - stand tall lyrics

[intro: quilly]
nana. aw man. nana, nana
aw. turn me up, roll up
aye (?), hey puff. dc/county boys

[hook: quilly]

back against the wall, porsche 911
i ain’t ever call the law, i did it for my dawgs
leonardio divinchi; paint a picture when i draw
birdie; above the rim baby, i just wanna ball
hakeem olajuwon in them courts; stand tall
they prayin’ for my downfall
yeah, they prayin’ for my downfall
in them courts, i stand tall n-gg-

[verse 1: quilly]

talk heavy, i give em grease
i done been through so my pain, that i don’t grief
fill the styrofoam wit the tech and roll the leaf
i never sweat under pressure; word to keith
it was 4 wings and fried rice way before we did felipes’
by any means, malcolm x, you turn cheeks
you martin luther, i’m huey p. newton wit the piece
prayin’ 5 times, reciting quran & hadith
for as the block, i don’t hop out, i breeze by
put the work in wit the mac; on my steve jobs
clip long as mop sticks man, i peep n-gg-s’
mr. clean a whole block, street sweep n-gg-
in 06, it was me and puff in the cell
i watched him walk his time off, he ain’t leave wit a tell
that 10 grand got reduced til’ we paid my bail
couldn’t afford the whole 10 man, that cage was h-ll
i just wanna ball like a.i. , f-ck practice
2 xds, 1 chrome, 1 plastic
snake on my collar, get the dallas like mavericks
condom on my johnson, i ain’t tryna catch the magic
we ain’t cut from the same cloth, this a different fabric
yeezy dropped a deuce and he stretch like elastic
this all pain ain’t maybeline; can’t make up
scared to go to sleep off the juice; can’t wake up
my son saw me high, my mom saw me shot up
my pop did time, the same jail i got locked up
sold crack to my mom, either way, she gon’ cop up
tanya taught me how to cook it and bag it
we tore the block up
too much pain, i guess i’m numb to it
eskimo wit a snow, the sled run through it
money over b-tches, you keep worryin’ about p-ssy
i’m a build an empire, start off wit a cookie
i ain’t go to school cuz my folks never took me
truancy gon’ book me, if they hop out, i’ma boogie
crack baby, you can drop me in the pot; cook me
skip coach, only first cl-ss like i hooky’d

[hook: quilly]
back against the wall, porsche 911
i ain’t ever call the law, i did it for my dawgs
leonardio divinchi; paint a picture when i draw
birdie; above the rim baby, i just wanna ball
hakeem olajuwon in them courts; stand tall
they prayin’ for my downfall
yeah, they prayin’ for my downfall
in them courts, i stand tall n-gg-

[verse 2: graveyard meat]
i said, my back against the wall
they rather see me locked up; lookin’ at the walls
but i just wanna ball
these haters on my body so i gotta shake em off
they prayin’ that i fall, i’m higher than that white man
on top of city hall
talked to bullet every night, told me keep my circle small
and never trust these broads
i’ma do it for his mom, i’ma move her real far
and always play your mirrors when you bending in them cars
i should of been a doctor how i’m f-ckin wit the pills
my mom by herself so i help her wit the bills
put her in a foreign, move her out to the hills
l. dot got letters man, they gave my n-gg- wheels
now these b-tches wanna (?) cuz i’m on a track wit quill
judge tried to give me 5, tell em “we can’t take a deal”
now feelin’ like floyd how i’m rumbling for real
my back against the wall, “your honor, i can’t take a deal”

- quilly lyrics

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