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ScHoolboy Q

Quincy Matthew Hanley (born October 26, 1986), better known by his stage name Schoolboy Q (often stylized ScHoolboy Q), is an American hip hop recording artist signed to Top Dawg Entertainment and Interscope Records. Hanley is a member of hip hop supergroup Black Hippy, along with fellow West Coast rappers and label mates Ab-Soul, Jay Rock and Kendrick Lamar. more »

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Damn, nigga, damn
Yeah, uh
Damn, nigga, damn
Yo, uh

Now here we go again
Before I had a fam, was mappin' out
Everything I wanted, earned what I planned

You pussy niggas know about my body
Caught my second wind, quit actin' like
Me and my crew of niggas ain't bring the rappers in

Quit actin' like the shit you said wouldn't work, like we ain't make it win
Quit actin' like you know me little nigga
We was never friends, my knuckle game
My flip-flop too crazy, I am really him

The soccer dad, my real life too wavy
While I cheer the stands
You little rappers go and wipe your mouth
And go pull up your pants (hmm)

Damn, nigga, damn (damn, damn)
Get up off my dick (damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn 
Get up off my nuts
Damn, nigga, damn (suu) 
Get up off my dick (bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn (suu, suu, suu, suu)
Get up off my nuts
Damn, nigga, damn
Get up off my dick (bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn

Groovy ass, no face killa that love to smile
They wonder how I mind my business and still around
I got a half a ticket, parked out crooked, they wonder how
'Cause the M's on me match my age, my nigga, wow

I am he, no face killa, and you's a clown
You can paint it good, but truth be told, it's watered down
Had a microphone styles I flavored, and just a couch
Took it platinum twenty plus times, nigga, I'm not a slouch

Never had a problem with niggas I couldn't twist up
The big homie, no big homies to politic from
The blueprint of keepin' it low and stackin' ya chips up
We buckled down, made shit happen, they didn't pick us

Death, disappointment, and struggles ain't make my back ache
Pops never showed up, I thank him, it made my life great
The only child raised by women, I had to turn ape
The mental of a black man hustle, I move at God's pace

Real life pain what I'm talking, so I don't "play" rap
The shit you enjoy what I'm kicking, I'm going through that
The lame niggas tell us who cool now, why they do that?
Tears on my collar, I'm perfect, it turned a new leaf

Black nigga, bomb ass babies, I took a new leap
Slaughtered every goal that I put out and got a new reach
Deuce rap, G-Scrap, tootle-tootle they do it through me

Uhh
Get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn (damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn (damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn (damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn (bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn (yeah)
Damn, nigga, damn (suu, suu, suu, suu)

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