[Intro: Quilly]

Uh, uh, yeah
Quilly Millz baby, 808 Ace on the track
Yeah, I'm right in tho, I'm rapped out

[Verse 1: Quilly]

Uh, top floor, I was just on the top tier
Eatin' top Ramen wit my celly on the top bunk
C.O. bitches on my top, but I'm just tryna make it home
And make it to the top
We ain't used to have a little cuz we never had a lot
To top it off, shit, I ain't have a lot
My mom is like my dad, it's like I never had a pop
And I was militant, n***a's never had the drop
Uh, make it pop outta no where, right where your block at
Pull that white out, minus the wine and the top hat
Low top Pradas, bitches askin' where my socks at
I'm from the projects, jhere you come up off rock at
Serve your Grandma, just don't tell the cops where I'm at 9/10
Haines & Morton; that's where I'm at
Middleman? Nah uh, n***a where the line at?
We used to street fight, grab the tech for Mortal Kombat
I'm ridin' wit a sister, she bad like Jasmin
I'm praying 5 times on a rug like Aladdin
Cuz everything that happen, Allah already willed it
You got a whole banana clip but you don't ever peel it
Money tall as Gary Coleman; "What you talkin' bout Willis?"
Huh? You ain't talkin' bout nothin'
You on Turkey time but I'm the one with the stuffing
On a Stove top makin' somethin' outta nothin'
All I give em is pain; been through that
Give em street shit, I'm in the same place that you at
In and out of town; get around like a crewneck
Yola straight drop, fiends ask "why you do that?"
Hottest in the city but you already knew that
Young fly Uptown n***a, where the loot at?
And I got shooters out west where the zoo at
Ridin' even if I gotta boot and two flats
Whippin' up Vanilla baby, Ice Ice
My youngin' caught two bodies, they gave him life life
I'm in the County wit the white white
Bob Barker, I'll bring it to you if the price right
I ain't never tell, that was never in the plans
I will never fold man, I put that on the stand
Louie Domeier, got it lookin' like the Vans
You ain't gettin' money cuz you never took a chance
Focus on this money, far as women, I just glance
Sour diesel smoker; paid a nickel for them grams
Diesel on them Denims; paid a nickel for them pants
You never ever thought I had that pistol in my pants
Aw, I'm rapped out, you heard the "New Wave IV"
I got the city on smash, they say that "you that boy"
I'm bout to kill this summer like I ain't do it before
She keep actin' brand new like we ain't do it before
Man, you know you know, how you story goes
Downloaded my style, even bought my flows
Yeah, I played the block, up and down them roads
I can get in to details but you know, you know