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[Intro: Quentin

It's you've all been waiting for
Let me get some [?]
Fucking do verse
[?]
Yeah,

Quentin Miller]
This ain't correct
This offend my political connects

1]
Made hip-hop fans literally
What happens
Your guess is as good as my
Soul searching, took the soul from me
Old powers that be, they lost of me
A new Quentin, I'm too
The old one is, long
New beat, song son
You don't wanna have the bruh
We can box your arms numb
I push my whip like a drop 'till drop comes
I found out you niggas can't stop what God plotted
The boy
money and girls more clothes options
At all keep it a hundred thousands
[?] worldwide, it my momma housing
Making hip-hop history, that's what I'm

Quentin Miller]
This ain't correct
This may my political connects

[Verse 2: Sy
Yeah, I see they're upset
But I ain't that nigga you physically could check
Plus I am who lyrically respect
Cause they was sleeping on me, when I even rest
Ain't impressed by, you can bench press
How you know the game, when you by the bench yet?
Cause these niggas counting what we ain't spent yet
But check pregnancy tests, I know you heard 'bout the kid
But I could care less about you heard out in dig, ya dig?
[?] I got my words out the fridge
We too old for this shit, I feel like [?]
I was told to conceal my weapon inner
They that gifted cause we was present
I told Quentin "we got 'em" we just gotta progressing
They wanna heal a stuffy like heat congested
And peep the method, and try to say
ain't see them texts
So when it happens, they'll act like ain't recieved the message
Just laughing, proceed to exit
The season where demons compete legends
We

[Hook: Sy
This ain't politically
may offend my political connects