Normal (Uncut)

(Quincy tell 'em) Everybody's asking, "When the album's coming out? What you rapping 'bout? What's the album called? Who you got on there? What you got in store? How much tracks you got? Ten of them or more? How many with Nines? Are you doing promo or surprise? It's been a long time, you ain't dropped nothing a while These rappers are dead, you're better than all of them by a mile They all sound the same, there ain't not one of them with your style They flow like the Thames and you just flow like the River Nile But music aside, hope it goes well when you go to trial The life that you live, I don't know how you still crack a smile I know you got money stacked up in piles But the streets need some new Skrapz right now" Skrapz is back baby, everyone calm down Three-fifty seven, revolver with six rounds I'm rolling with bloodhounds I send a bitch LA, all expenses paid Made her come back with ten pounds of some Gelonade Life gave me lemons but I never made lemonade I planted the seeds and the trees started generating And fuck the rules and regulations, I'm regulating I went from sitting in a cell, now I'm celebrating I'm meditating in the morning, I don't wake and bake I put some fruit into the blender then I make a shake And even though them niggas hate, they still have to rate me 'Cause all my pockets full of money like I'm Lil Baby I hopped out the coupe looking like I play for Chelsea I got your baby mother telling me I'm looking healthy Please Father God help me All I'm doing's playing with the cards the world dealt me I told my daughters there ain't nothing that they can't tell me I told them niggas that they're pussies so they can't help me They got me moving like a ninja so they can't jail me Plus I'm rolling with my spinner so it can't fail me You can't chat to me directly, gotta email me Catch me in the city where the sexy females be I heard some niggas tryna green-light me Tryna catch me slipping but that's highly unlikely I'm in a very good position, thank the Almighty Rightly so 'cause I been through the rain, sleet and snow And I been through the highs and the lows Take a L, bet it back's how it goes It's like my heart's turned cold But I never let my soul get sold Tryna live to see my kids turn old And if I touch the road and come home and I've gotta burn my clothes Then that story will remain untold I can't wait to do shows again Me and all my niggas on the roads again Plus the Spartans and the soldiers them Can't tell me nothing 'bout lyrics and flows, I got loads of them These niggas salty like sodium Standing number one up on the podium Gold chain hanging 'round my neck It's buss down and it says "The One and Only" on I got a call from my nigga in pen He said, "You've only gone and done it again" I said, "It's normal"