Yo to Qb
You gotta keep your eyes open you know
Keep your ears open too listen up
It's a lot of sucker shit but I couldn't relate to niggas yelling love with a heart full of hate
I'd rather you'd get an 8th or a hulk or a K and meet me in then alley my nigga let's get it straight
I'm the ghost so I be on the delve when its late the only thing sweet is the juice I sell
I am stone cold I can ring medusas bell tell the bitch to bow down
I'm greater than the king look in my eyes I'm fire
I don tripped through hell
Did some shit on my lonely
That you wouldn't believe
I ain't tryna bring a homie
Just some shit up my sleeve
Another one on my waist
If I hit up your face
You got a girl tell that bitch get ready to grieve yeah
This that old ghost on that rah rah
No cap rings on your cap and your zaza
Shooter in the maserati another in the mazda
Yo to Qb
Qb to Yo
1 gunna two of them
All about survival
Yo to Qb
Qb to Yo
1 group of 2 of them
All about arrival
Yo to Qb
Qb to Yo
1 pounder two of them
All about the hot tho
Yo to Qb
Qb to Yo
1 marker two of them
Me hav live tho
Live and direct hot like pyrex jars
Ain't a rapper alive can deny these bars
Survive the hood with death defying odds
Fronting on me nigga like denying God
You clowns is cap my nigga we not in the same boat
Rapper and producer my nigga, became both
Real estate investor my nigga just take notes
They wanna buy my publishing nigga but fuck no
Yo to Qb, Qb to Yo
Both places sacred like the pyramids in cairo
Niggas want beef I tell em put in the jairoll and eat it with a dick
Mother fucker out they mind yo
I'm getting rich this is sim take a glimpse
The world is your written all over the blip
Living life to the fullest lifes a pricy bitch
Whilst you nigga playing the victim I'm just buying up shit
You know its
Yo to Qb
Qb to Yo
1 gunna two of them
All about survival
Yo to Qb
Qb to Yo
1 group of 2 of them
All about arrival
Yo to Qb
Qb to Yo
1 pounder two of them
All about the hot tho
Yo to Qb
Qb to Yo
1 marker two of them
Me hav live tho
