Lyrics:
too early in the morning
Second car pull up like hornets and they swarming
That I'm why screaming Fuck 12
Need a quarter bale and that just for
a coincidence and it's not ironic
God got a plan and purpose for your life man
The Quarter Peace Quartet gon' help me sing it right about now, uh
{*chicken
lives in the Philippines, the land of the rising sun
But by that time, the damage had been done
The damage to my heart that's broke
What are you, a doctor
been leveling up so out my mind
I ain’t been home in so long
Fourth quarter, running out of time
And if the feds is on your phone, you on your own
And we
I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
Parking by the lake
And there was not another car in sight
And I never had a girl
wind hit him like a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,
familiar face,
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
call (what?)
Apple and Eagle where your mama
Didn't want you at all (yep)
Packing them heaters in the
Heat of the morning
Strapping them kilos in that
cookin
Gone blade knife
Cookin keys in the kitchen
Give me nine ounces
Lemme get up on my mission
Make my damn green
So I can be like you
Kici's in
everything is better by the palm trees (Gotta use my left to get in them pants)
Quarter sack, I palm trees (I'm only here for the bankroll)
Light up by
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
PTK
YEA
Claim you my bleed
But you running like water
Shit crazy
Ya the streets outta
Started trapping
Sell by the quarter
Niggas copy
But they can't
Having trouble sorting myself out this morning
Instead I'll practice patience I think I'm gonna to make it
More than getting by as just impractical
sleeping on me, n'gorota
Pesa come in a Harry ka Potter
Came up of a quarter hit a few licks alafu nikatoka
Perfect timing, mbota
Sahii kila plug amekaliwa
the Russell Westbrook
Make a play in 3 ways
I'm just trina get paid
Get paid (Yeah)
Nickel or a quarter
Boy I treat it all the same (Yep)
Get paid get paid
Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
Mama
like this
Well my baby told me when I left home
She said I'll give you your last warning
You better be home by a quarter to eight
And I don't mean
of them a knife to cut the food with
And she said to Joseph, Come out before them
Then when they saw him, they admired his beauty, and in their
a million dollar car, quarter million dollar chain
Money, and I'll tell you tonight
Money changes your life from a butter to a steak knife
Used to take life
till it split you soul
With out a drop of blood loss
Gonna get that knife
I'm head over heels about it
If I'm flipping tails your heads in
The back pack
6 in the morning, police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Out my back window I make a escape
Don't even get a chance
the glory
No hand to hands
might be a hornet
Can't crash out
I got insurance
Just another day
Make it to the morning
I'm counting up
He tried to short me
In
(yeah)
After every round with a blade I chop (yeah, yeah)
Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock
Straight drop 'til the yola locks (yeah, yeah,
Quarter brick sold
Now it's back to dah house
Street lights on
Time nah bring nat choppa out
4:30 inna morning
Time nah kick them bitches out
6 O's by dah
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