Rot (feat. Mama's Boi)
Quaan
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What you been through I had rappers treat my flow Just like a stencil I seen niggas come and go When they was meant to Sometimes they ain't have a choice Was that meant too Big homie always tripping Off a senzu (Bean) Did too much and it be Weighing on his mental When we would talk he told me Watch what you get into Same nigga seen him draw down With no pencil On his men too, What that lead to 'Fore I tell a lie Bitch I'd rather rot On the guys This ain't no disguise I don't keep a mop I don't stay in mess I don't like to stress And I stress Don't make me upset All these niggas same as Sunday best Heat and then I press Yeah, ay Heat and then I press None of you rappers Have got me impressed I never crumble with heavier stress I seen em stumble when carrying less I never shook with a trigger to chest God as a vest Who you tryna test I couldn't favor me less You is the lesser if we being obvious I see no equal these oddly binoculars Leaving em nauseous or noxious Better approach me with caution My whole team been exhausted Plus that's me on the procuring the mix Cuz that's me on the producing the hits If I get to writing it's never a miss You know what it is 'Fore I tell a lie Bitch I'd rather rot On the guys This ain't no disguise I don't keep a mop I don't stay in mess I don't like to stress And I stress Don't make me upset All these niggas same as Sunday best Heat and then I press Heat them then I press All of they flows have got me oppressed Thanking the Lord he keeping me blessed You cannot pass all the tests of the pressure That made me the nigga the way that I am Nigga that blam Send that express on the truck Hit you like Serious Sam They don't want hands I don't need mop Keep a street sweeper for motherfucking opp Drop a location, I'll pull up to your spot Make your whole block get hot, why not Talking family ties We'll split the pie With all the guys 'Fore I tell a lie That's seppuku That's suicide I'll take my life 'Fore I live a lie I'll rot Bitch 'Fore I tell a lie Bitch I'd rather rot On the guys This ain't no disguise I don't keep a mop I don't stay in mess I don't like to stress And I stress Don't make me upset All these niggas same as Sunday best Heat and then I press 'Fore I tell a lie Bitch I'd rather rot On the guys This ain't no disguise I don't keep a mop I don't stay in mess I don't like to stress And I stress Don't make me upset All these niggas same as Sunday best Heat and then I press 'Fore I tell a lie Bitch I'd rather rot On the guys This ain't no disguise I don't keep a mop I don't stay in mess I don't like to stress And I stress Don't make me upset All these niggas same as Sunday best Heat and then I press
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Written by: Kenneth Jackson, Mar'Quaan Logan
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