Quilly 3 Intro

Lyrics

[Intro: Quilly] Yeaaaah! Come oooon! Na Na! [Verse 1: Quilly] I want the streets to remember I want the hood to remember me Not just Philly, I want the world to see, this that Quilly 3 Haters sick, I know they're mad at me, killin' these haters Whoever doubted me, real niggas love it I know they're proud of me, this that Quilly 3 Come wit them racks, won't get a show for free Come wit them racks, won't get a verse for free This that Quilly 3, this that Quilly 3 Mention Philly, gotta mention me I was facing 4 to 8 if they sentenced me, now, this that Quilly 3 Now this that Quilly 3, get out the hood, is there a way for me? When it rain make (?) pray for me, this that Quilly 3 Yeah, this that Quilly 3, I had the whole city dissin' me Lil Durk asked Meek could he mention me, this that Quilly 3 This that Quilly 3 I'm still wit them niggas' that I'll ride for I'm still wit them niggas' that I'll die for On Dek, we're independent as July 4th, I be sober killin' shit Fuck I'm high for? Stood 10 toes down Can't put my feet up, Golden-State offense Competition should "D" up Droppin' everything in my pocket, that's on the re-up County boy seat-belt on, liftin' my seat up I'm one hit away, it ain't enough hours in a day VVS over here, ain't nothing gray I done been through so much shit, what can they say? My lawyer Ike, took them cases and beat em like Anna Mae If a nigga ever cross that line, that's where he stay If a nigga mention dick around pussy, that nigga gay If you still playin' the block over 30, you're in the way I make all my bitches chill wit each other, I'm Money May I can feel it in the air, you ain't even gotta stare I'm in the trap sellin' coke to my family, I never cared It's alway a broke nigga that had it but never shared Bring me Tia & Tamera, I'll hit them bitches in Paris Pump yourself up, get deflated, I'm talkin' aired Play the field like Urlacher, I'm wit the bears Niggas' took the stand and start singin'; musical chairs My youngins' ain't got no picks, shootin' you there At least I ain't dead or in jail, look at the bright side At least I never told on nobody, my niggas' likewise Call me anything but a rat, not in my lifetime Hate to see the Black Mamba ball, you niggas' Pythons I want a real foreign, steering wheel on the right side Fuck bein' a hood legend, bitch, I'm an Icon See, your kind ain't nothin' like mine I'm the underdog; Steph Curry, I'm nothin' like Bron Gave my Monclers to my lil' cousins' Wearin' Valentino like it's Banana Republic This shit is noithin' You could give a broke bitch the world She still fuckin' You can tell a nigga eat wit you, he still tuckin' I done been through so much pain, I don't feel nothin' I'm numb to the dumb shit, miss me wit the young shit If she a dime and ain't got 10 dollars, she a bum bitch If you was disloyal over bread, you're on some crumb shit My youngin' knew his dad his whole life, they never done shit He wonder why his son 16, carry a drum clip I'ma grind hard till' the day break My landlord want that money right, not a day late Got cameras watchin' cameras, makin' sure that the safe safe I could eye ball it but the scale make the weight safe I ain't gon' stop till' my mom in a great place And, I get that buss down frank wit the wraith face