[Hook: Quilly & Every Ave]
From the bottom way up top
I done moved out of Morton Homes
On my grind, got it on my own
Now these hoes can't leave me alone
And, I just wish you were here my n***a
So you can see it this now
Yeah, I just wish you were here my n***a
So you can this
[Verse 1: Quilly]
Tell these hatin' n***as' "Keep up"
(?) cool out, that heat tucked
They killed my n***a Reef Buck
They killed my cousin Quill Mack, man these streets rough
My name gettin' larger, my son gettin' taller
I move a lil' smarter and I'm goin' a lil harder
Coach put me in the game, fuck the bench, I'm a starter
I was born broke, but I'ma die a baller
Circle gettin' smaller, some n***as' look at me different
Cuz I don't pick up my phone, you n***as' out here fishin'
You bitches wishin' on a star, tryna come up
Like I ain't 1-UP, a n***a run up, he get done up
Grind till the sun up, after school; pick my son up
Pour some lean out for my n***as' and roll a blunt up
You told me that I'd be great
You told me n***as was fake
You told me to keep my foot on the gas and never break
Aw..
[Hook: Quilly & Every Ave]
From the bottom way up top
I done moved out of Morton Homes
On my grind, got it on my own
Now these hoes can't leave me alone
And, I just wish you were here my n***a
So you can see it this now
Yeah, I just wish you were here my n***a
So you can this
[Verse 2: Quilly]
My n***a, chase your dream
I'ma chase this cream
I can feel it in the air like Beans, where the lean?
I'ma put myself on and then put on my team
And I'ma say "fuck these bitches, go get the green"
I'ma motherfuckin' champion, warrior; splash brother
Ballin' in the finals, they save me for last; fuck it
Score; buckets, coup; truck it
Quilly livin' proof, got the juice (?)
I'm stuck in the trap, I know the reaper callin' me
This bitch keep callin' me, she said she want all of me
I keep 15 in the Glizzy, hater get up off of me
I'm shootin' for myself, I need no one to spark for me
Oh, fuck it, I done came up
When I start gettin' to it, they said I changed up
Bought a big house, pulled the range up
Focus on this rap shit, put the cane up
Yeah yeah
[Hook: Quilly & Every Ave]
From the bottom way up top
I done moved out of Morton Homes
On my grind, got it on my own
Now these hoes can't leave me alone
And, I just wish you were here my n***a
So you can see it this now
Yeah, I just wish you were here my n***a
So you can this
[Verse 3: Vodka]
This is a genius workin', a genius at work
I mainly give you all pain cuz I like how it hurt
I like to talk about dirt, heiron in the works
Zero in on the xannies and sellin em all the percs
I'ma O.G. first, in (?) situations, gotta show me first
Or it ain't wavy, they like "O.G. surf?"
And all I'm doin' is waving, they like "O.G. is cursed"
It's always somethin' scary
Got the boogeyman wit em
Candy man in the mirror, climbin' up Jacob's ladder
And Jason's mask was my hero
Freddy's glove was my toy, and I'm really not tryna hear no
Joker shit; weirdo, I'm really here for the Quavo
I'm really here for the Yayo, really here for the bankroll
Really here for the babes tho, really here for the late show
But really, I ain't here
I'm just really tryna lay low
I'm just really tryna lay low
[Hook: Quilly & Every Ave]
From the bottom way up top
I done moved out of Morton Homes
On my grind, got it on my own
Now these hoes can't leave me alone
And, I just wish you were here my n***a
So you can see it this now
Yeah, I just wish you were here my n***a
So you can this
