Quicksand

Hmm, yeah

Hmm, yeah

Hmm, yeah, yeah

Since a jit stood tall with a kickstand

Thinking of a plan to get quick bands

Falling in deep with the quicksand

Flag out my ass, no quick brand

I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up

Had beef on the streets, had to stay up

Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake brah

Doing that put everything I love at stake brah

Since a jit stood tall with a kickstand

Thinking of a plan to get quick bands

Falling in deep with the quicksand

Flag out my ass, no quick brand

I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up

Had beef on the streets, had to stay up

Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake brah

Doing that put everything I love at stake brah

Back in the day, man a nigga had rip jeans

Couldn't afford a new pair, I had broke seams

Couldn't think about the money, I had broke dreams

Outfit was the match of a crack fiend

I was tryna be fly, couldn't take off

Clothes falling off my ass, lost weight dog

No jacket in the winter, had the shakes dog

Then I said, Fuck it, 'cause something gone have to shake dog

Then my nigga Bobby put me on a quick lick

Wasn't a lot but enough for a quick fix

Interceptions, I was stealing, caught me a pick six

In the snow pitching woe, bitch it was brick dick

Never killed, ain't gone lie, I was tempted

He was the target but he lucky that I missed it

I was always fucking up, was a misfit

My opportunity was knocking and I missed it

Young when I hopped off the stoop

Two doors what I floor if I hop in the coupe

Too sore from a war where I couldn't lose

Got scars and bruises, man, I got the proof

Resemble young Steele 'cause I got the juice

You think you 2Pac, let Omar Epps loose

Stepping on necks with my Timberland boots

I'm planted, I'm stable, I'm growing in roots

Since a jit stood tall with a kickstand

Thinking of a plan to get quick bands

Falling in deep with the quicksand

Flag out my ass, no quick brand

I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up

Had beef on the streets, had to stay up

Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake brah

Doing that put everything I love at stake brah

Since a jit stood tall with a kickstand

Thinking of a plan to get quick bands

Falling in deep with the quicksand

Flag out my ass, no quick brand

I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up

Had beef on the streets, had to stay up

Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake brah

Doing that put everything I love at stake brah

I remember chillin' at one of my little bitch crib

'Bout to fuck, 'bout to nut, main course with the fixings

Her nigga came through, he was all on some bitch shit

Didn't know I was raw and my hands was so gifted

Boy had me chop, had get him a mix quick

Couple knots made him drop like he drunk or he lifted

Fought another nigga after I thought was some kinship

Throwing up both of our sets which ended the friendship

Gave respect neck to neck, my nigga didn't back down

Had em’ standing up then he ended up back down

His hands in my life now they ended up flat now

Flat like a wing, let's see if he flap now

Had enough, it was tuff only lasted about one round

K.D. on the bench equipped with the tre pound

Made em’ run, it was funny, he was scared of the gun sound

Made em’ shit, he a bitch, by the car he was ducked down

I ain't got no time for the fakes

The phonies, jabronies, the ops or the Jakes

My homies the only who come past the gate

I'm whacking the weeds, cutting heads off of snakes

I'm hungry, I'm eating right off of ya plate

I want it, I'm on it, it's mine for the take

I'm stagnant, a magnet, I'm staying in place

The reason I'm popping is all of the hate

Since a jit stood tall with a kickstand

Thinking of a plan to get quick bands

Falling in deep with the quicksand

Flag out my ass, no quick brand

I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up

Had beef on the streets, had to stay up

Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake brah

Doing that put everything I love at stake brah

Since a jit stood tall with a kickstand

Thinking of a plan to get quick bands

Falling in deep with the quicksand

Flag out my ass, no quick brand

I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up

Had beef on the streets, had to stay up

Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake brah

Doing that put everything I love at stake brah

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