It's DJ Quincy bitch
ChuckOnDaBeat

[Verse]
I was down broke n***a on my knees
Thank God that we here
Labels tryna scare this young n***a
Only God what I fear
I can only image what they think
When they hear my name and they open they ears
[?] too much on my brain in advance I would've made it all in a year
When you think 'bout it
And I look back
That petty ass 20 ain't work for the kids
Shouldn't sign that
Now I think back
Can't be mad
I took that little twenty, I turned that shit up and I made it a bag
I'm geekin' on gas
[?]
High off this wood but I'm reminiscing 'bout the percs in my past
[?]
I left 'em sad
N***as be hating like "How you get here?"
Bitches be asking like "How you do this?
Teachers be asking like "How you do that?"
Don't trust the past, we all make mistakes
Take the game n***a like fuck what it take
Water on me like a lake in the rain
Infatuated with the finer things
Imma get to that bag its OK
IG hoes drop their location OK
I keep that money any time of the day
If I didn't rap I'd still find me a way
[?] we gon' slime every day
Don't get these bitches they [?] the lane
Shoutout to Quincy he'll dig out her face
I'm outta state and still dodging my case
Shoutout [?] kick that out the case
I'm off the red I could die any day
I'm still amazed what they do for these plays
I count up this bread and I stay in my lane
I got all the goons I'm not playin' no game
Hop out the Panamera, jump in the Wraith
Play with this kid we gon' aim at your face
How many percs did this young n***a take?
The teller greet me when I walk inside Chase
I fell out with n***as fuck them anyway
Fuck my exes they can feel any way
My new bitch is badder than them any way
And I'm always up doing overtime
Can't nobody ever get close to mine
V12, skrrt, skrrt, vroom, motor time
And I seen his bank account, it ain't close to mine
Tell me how I did it, how I get here?
Make the stack double up, turn it to 6th gear
Don't got no extra time like where's the leap year
And I'm off that red like did I sleep here
It's DJ Quincy bitch