[Intro: Quilly]
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[Verse 1: Quilly]
I want the streets to remember
I want the hood to remember me
Not just Philly, I want the world to see, this that Quilly 3
Haters sick, I know they're mad at me, killin' these haters
Whoever doubted me, real n***as love it
I know they're proud of me, this that Quilly 3
Come wit them racks, won't get a show for free
Come wit them racks, won't get a verse for free
This that Quilly 3, this that Quilly 3
Mention Philly, gotta mention me
I was facing 4 to 8 if they sentenced me, now, this that Quilly 3
Now this that Quilly 3, get out the hood, is there a way for me?
When it rain make (?) pray for me, this that Quilly 3
Yeah, this that Quilly 3, I had the whole city dissin' me
Lil Durk asked Meek could he mention me, this that Quilly 3
This that Quilly 3
I'm still wit them n***as' that I'll ride for
I'm still wit them n***as' that I'll die for
On Dek, we're independent as July 4th, I be sober killin' shit
Fuck I'm high for? Stood 10 toes down
Can't put my feet up, Golden-State offense
Competition should "D" up
Droppin' everything in my pocket, that's on the re-up
County boy seat-belt on, liftin' my seat up
I'm one hit away, it ain't enough hours in a day
VVS over here, ain't nothing gray
I done been through so much shit, what can they say?
My lawyer Ike, took them cases and beat em like Anna Mae
If a n***a ever cross that line, that's where he stay
If a n***a mention dick around pussy, that n***a gay
If you still playin' the block over 30, you're in the way
I make all my bitches chill wit each other, I'm Money May
I can feel it in the air, you ain't even gotta stare
I'm in the trap sellin' coke to my family, I never cared
It's alway a broke n***a that had it but never shared
Bring me Tia & Tamera, I'll hit them bitches in Paris
Pump yourself up, get deflated, I'm talkin' aired
Play the field like Urlacher, I'm wit the bears
N***as' took the stand and start singin'; musical chairs
My youngins' ain't got no picks, shootin' you there
At least I ain't dead or in jail, look at the bright side
At least I never told on nobody, my n***as' likewise
Call me anything but a rat, not in my lifetime
Hate to see the Black Mamba ball, you n***as' Pythons
I want a real foreign, steering wheel on the right side
Fuck bein' a hood legend, bitch, I'm an Icon
See, your kind ain't nothin' like mine
I'm the underdog; Steph Curry, I'm nothin' like Bron
Gave my Monclers to my lil' cousins'
Wearin' Valentino like it's Banana Republic
This shit is noithin'
You could give a broke bitch the world
She still fuckin'
You can tell a n***a eat wit you, he still tuckin'
I done been through so much pain, I don't feel nothin'
I'm numb to the dumb shit, miss me wit the young shit
If she a dime and ain't got 10 dollars, she a bum bitch
If you was disloyal over bread, you're on some crumb shit
My youngin' knew his dad his whole life, they never done shit
He wonder why his son 16, carry a drum clip
I'ma grind hard till' the day break
My landlord want that money right, not a day late
Got cameras watchin' cameras, makin' sure that the safe safe
I could eye ball it but the scale make the weight safe
I ain't gon' stop till' my mom in a great place
And, I get that buss down frank wit the wraith face