[Hook - Quavo:] First kicked the door when I was 17 years old Seen my first 50, ballin', 18 years old Let that pistol go when I was 19 years old First time turned 20, I was cashin' out on gold Rich nigga timeline, rich nigga timeline Rich nigga timeline, ye ain't live your life like mine Rich nigga timeline, rich nigga timeline Rich nigga timeline, stay the fuck up out of mine
[Verse 1 - Quavo:] Free my nigga Westside, locked up to this day R.I.P. my migo P, my nigga dead in the grave And I dare a fuck nigga come and try me today Abracadabra his face Quavo the magician, the pack gone it's missin' I got a ho and she got a ho and now they both kissin' Do you remember, the life I was livin'? I'm callin' the plug, I'm juugin' up pounds, I'm breakin' down midget I got the birds, pigeons They know who the fuck run the city (Nawfside!) I might pull up with that chopper and extensions I just let it off, I empty about 50 Mama said, "Quavo don't spend all your Benjis" Told mama, "I'm sorry, pockets on infinity" You can ask around, really hit them juugs for the fuckin' pound Next time you see me, better not ask me for no money now Never went to school, never thought about Clark or Morris Brown 'Til I took your bitch, drop her off right there by Morris Brown Used to cook up bricks 'til I turned that shit to an extra now I got the magic stick, feelin' like Criss Angel, bitch I disappear bricks
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[Verse 2 - Offset:] 17 stackin' and countin', 18 I ran from the bounty You niggas is softer than Bounty, my nigga got 15, free Ronny Check out my bio, plenty felonies, known for countin' up broccoli Known for stackin' up celery, you niggas ain't even a vet to me 'Member the days? Run in your house like a raid Young nigga tryna get paid Pistol to his face, give him a shave Never selfish, all the money I gave Never change, all the money I make 1 baby, all these bitches I laid 2 guns, nigga, never afraid Migos the army I'm never gon' trade Set-Set hit a 20 band juug He helped the hood, everybody was good I'm white like a tiger and I got the wood My niggas on go like Nike, they gon' do it These niggas wonderin', like how did we do it? Water diamonds on my neck look like fluid I'm from the Zone 3 if you niggas ain't knew it I'm throwin' up the north cause that is my hood Locked up, mama couldn't get me out Called my nigga Bookie, he got me out KK got my back, ain't no doubt Player made, free my bro, let him out This shit is crazy, shout out mama house Don't come to my trap and you unannounced 21 Challenger mounted up Doin' phones, fucked your credit up When you a boss they gon' cherish yah Investigations, I didn't tell 'em nothin' December 25th, on the run I didn't know if I was comin' home 19, I was on my own My grandma died, cancer on her bones I ran in houses just to buy some Foams You can hear the pain in my voice on my songs
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[Verse 3 - Takeoff:] 13 I got my first halftime 14, broke in the club for an Alpine 15 I got my first Glock 9 It was rusty but it still'd bust a nigga I was lil' nephew, they wasn't gon' touch a nigga If I did, my uncles'll bust a nigga Migo gang, they couldn't fuck with a nigga Started beefin' with some sucka niggas Belushi's right there up on Club Drive It's was y'all side versus Nawfside Knocked a couple niggas out a couple times Got in shootouts with niggas a hundred times Come to your party, we fuckin' it up Young niggas, we never gave a fuck Young niggas, 10, 12, 13, on go with a finger point A lot of squads start poppin' up Screamin' shit that we ain't heard of Migos pull up at your residence Here comes the issue, "it wasn't us, bruh" We know you flexin', got the information So you still gon' get hit with the uppercut Beat a nigga to a puddle, nigga snitchin' Now we runnin' from the task force Niggas was kickin' in doors, takin' flat screens and all the gold Never got it and I sat on it, nigga, everything I got was sold Apple Mac, juugin' laptops Knock in your door, take your lil' brother's Xbox Migo Jerz stand around the curb Used to match up in the hotbox Hit a juug for some True Religions And some Robin Denims in a public community My brother's keepers, Migo we got unity [?] at the park right on Harrington To the bando, you see niggas gamblin' Hit a kick door my niggas be ramblin' I got a bag on my back like I'm Santa Claus Finnesse a nigga at Papa John's up in Panama
[Hook - Quavo]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
