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Qualude

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It's like every time I make a new beat, man, I just gotta rap to this shit
This shit crystal, man
This life I'm going becoming crystal clear
Let me shut rest of the year

What's going through it, now I'm here
There's no need to be sincere
I'm that nigga you should fear
Too many bodies, shed a tear

I gotta change careers for my life, so this music in your ear
Qualude bitch, you ain't gotta ask
Don't try to say too much
I'm out the way, just let me get this bag

Looking at my life, I wonder, what's the wait
Why it drag
Should be popping tags
Let me get right to it

I'm on it fast
Smoking on the gas
It'll bring a tear to people's eyes
Must've hit a nerve when you hear this truth up in these lines

Man, you niggas broke
You get your baby mama to sign ya nine
Don't worry what's in my cup
This that poison, it'll kill your mind

Sup Casso you ready to make this flip
We on the move
Let's take a trip
You know these hammers ain't legit

Thee, my nigga, go grab a fifth
Get my blue cheese, then I dip
Never had a handout
I can't help you niggas when you slip

A man that stand on top of shit
You MCs, need to really quit
You do a 9-5 for all your life
I guess that what it is

How you expect me to know my worth
I waste my time just doing this
I clock in and still be serving
Got people slide up to the gig

It's more benefits for me
I'm used to doing this type of shit
However I work, I go get it
So these diamonds, they can glist

Trying to put your year salary
You get right up on my wrist
You had it, nigga
Why you doing bad

Whatever, I be down
I just make sure that some shit is stashed
You hear people say, go get a bag
Well then, my nigga, go get a bag

Don't make it as a race
Cause you wonder why this shit a drag
Like Biggie said, blast
Squeeze first

Then ask questions last
I could be a killer
And I still show up to events with class
You failed to realize at the top

Qualude, nigga, you got to pass
Living for the future
It ain't for me
Then it's in the past

Pockets stuffed with cash
It's the reason why a nigga sag
These haters I make them mad
I love it

This that life they wish they had
See what shorty on
She coming through
She trying to match the bag

She ride with me
Come home to you, my nigga
She not coming back
She want the train run on her

Cause she like it
How I lay these tracks
Now I'm pulling on her tracks
Damn, shorty, you can't glue this back

Smoking back to back
I just sit back and just watch them act
I wait for my attack
Going broke

Nah, I can't be like that
Yeah, I always tell them
I always work this shit out like I'm ready for the physical
You better shake or I'm on your ass

Watch yourself like you Mystikal
You been racing against me, bitch
I already touched the pinnacle
That new shit, y'all be dropping

Let me tell you, shit is pitiful
Same setup rap about nothing
Shit getting
Typical

Yeah, all about the paper
Now I'm working on the digital
Every time the gang, send shots the condition
Always critical

I will drive for my success
I play it safe like it's ten to two
I pulled your card
You turned out full of tricks

Now you see me too
I just got that pack that just came in
You can send me two
I pull up right next to your bitch

Ask her, oh, what you fin to do
Turn her out
I tell her about the weekend, she gon' love the crew
I'm a fool, but maybe that's just me

If the money gon' keep flowing, I can be that I can be
Now a nigga getting tired, going stupid on this beat
But this shit gon' repeat
Trust me, it's gon' be more of me

At the top, yeah, we gon' see

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