Quincy, tell 'em
One phone, one line all summer
One take on life, can't fuck up
One take on life, can't fuck up
This that Michael Owen, '96 'til '02
Gettin' packs, formation, 4-4-2
They just dog food, I be soul food, ah
And this is way before I sold food
Bitches fuckin' up my whole mood, tellin' me I'm so rude
I tell 'em I ain't regular, tell 'em I'm a cold dude
You don't get far in life bein' nice
'Cause these people, yeah, they feeble, yeah, they evil
They don't want a real come up, trappin' 'til it's sun up
Lappy with a copper, never home for supper
Missed dinner every day, it's been like four summers
Balenciaga runners, still I do the run up
I watch real juggers make it, then they plummet
We have meetings with the bruddas like a summit
They lookin' for attention, bro, just burnin'
We got a lot to lose, I'm consistent with the onions
Breakin' dem without the tears, breakin' bread with all my peers
Panicked couple times but you know, it's only God I fear
'Cause I bleed like you bleed, only I'm in seventh gear
I got Calvins on my underwear
No, literally, I got that Calvin in my underwear
And they shifty, you know, I don't give no fund to scares
Officers askin' if I got the gear
Sorry constable, I got difficulties, I can't hear
And the cloth they made me from, yeah, it's kinda rare
And the cloth they made me from, yeah, it's kinda rare
Uh, and it's kinda rare
Uh, oh yeah, and it's kinda rare
One phone, one line all summer
One take on life, can't fuck up
I bone one night, no hug ups
I take this cash, all one up
One phone, one line all summer
One take on life, can't fuck up
I bone one night, no hug ups
I take this cash, all one up
I don't really care about post codes
Ask RB, I get them packs sold
Any size, I bag those, every time, I bag loads
Lifestyle private, I ain't gotta brag, bro
'Cause braggin' what they always do
Contemplatin' on the half a food
Should I shot it? Should I stop it?
And the shot ain't for a fashion, they got points to prove
Now we ain't got points to lose
Just how we used in this life of sin
Little jiggas runnin' 'round puttin' knife to skin
Goin' school up in the mornin', readin' Mice and Men
Grab the re and get the price on them
Comin' to the table, bring a slice, my friend
And they do it for the net, yeah, they wanna trend
And I do it for the tune 'cause I got guap to spend
All these headers really made us all from boys to men
Yeah, boys to men
We ain't talkin' boybands
Hit him in his vehicle, Troy Ave
I know akhs that do it point-blank
We're all just little fishes in this whole tank
But me, I'm a lion in this jungle
Ah, Huncho, yeah, I gotta eat
Ah, and my brothers, yeah, they lions too
They claimin' that they know me, but they envy me
One phone, one line all summer
One take on life, can't fuck up
I bone one night, no hug ups
I take this cash, all one up
One phone, one line all summer
One take on life, can't fuck up
I bone one night, no hug ups
I take this cash, all one up
All this losing sight shit, that's bullshit, fam
Mans winnin' out here