quincey white - los scandalous times lyrics
[verse 1]
mentally enslaved, tired of this livin’
a man without no money is a man with no ambition
i cant hang with n-gg-s thats content wit being broke
the type to not drop on a sack but wanna beg to hit my smoke
kick rocks, gotta pray to god to get in this spot
hangin wit my homies from my hood not ones in hiphop
we off elsegundo betta keep my name up out yo convo
before i send some convicts to yo condo
sway aint put a million up cause that aint what i signed fo
but you can count a body tho for every single rhyme wrote
menace to society when i just go off, skinny n-gg- lookin like the bearded o-dog
cop a 40, pop a 40 then i show the tape, all gas to that bag we dont kno the breaks
whole coast is on my back but i can hold the weight,
eventho im underweight, n-gg-s kno its over wait…
woooo, please give em time to breathe, applying pressure like a python when it squeeze
my sentences like the most venomous bite, you sweeter than cinnamon me i live a sinisters life
this life as mr.white
[chorus]
one shotta, gun poppa,
load up that choppa,
let that b-tch off then you gon need a doctor
you bati boys kno we carry them tools
play with my fam guarantee you gon lose
los scandalous
land of them bangas
where n-gg-s is dying for twisten up fangas
bullets is nameless, actions was retaliation
was born & ill die like a gangsta!
[verse 2]
eventually we rose, like roses out the concrete
all this work we been puttin in lately need a time sheet
a penny pincher keep the bentley busta
till im paid in full, a raging bull jimmy butler thats for any sucka
i see the feds when im scrolling down my timeline
& fbi surveillance van when searching for some wifi
the streets really gettin scandalous is it?
f-ck a wire snitches wearing jewelry big medallion wit a camera in it
for the war im well prepared n-gg-, need a comb for all these hair triggers
c-ke the only squares wit us
fans is the feins now we done switched the hustle up
cause with these bars im way above the bar like a muscle up
the fountain of youth them benjamins runnin
when im old ima look young like im benjamin b-tton
i aint into the clubbin, headlining all this stadium sh-t
tell promoters dig into that budget
cause its time to pay they due, what i do i get paid to do
i found 2pac rap book and took out a page or two
nowadays n-gg-s a call you fake for staying true
could spar with the coles and kendrick lamars on payperview
[chorus]
one shotta, gun poppa,
load up that choppa,
let that b-tch off then you gon need a doctor
you bati boys kno we carry them tools
play with my fam guarantee you gon lose
los scandalous
land of them bangas
where n-gg-s is dying for twisten up fangas
bullets is nameless, actions was retaliation
was born & ill die like a gangsta!
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