No Turning Back
Fuck that!
Fuck that!
They say I got it all, I don't feel I got enough
Used to be one of the have nots, and I ain't going back to not having stuff
Long days, but even longer nights
These are the wrong days for not acting right
Niggas acting like, I don't deserve anything that I have coming at all in life
Thank god I have it nice, thank god, had to say it twice
Thank god for a third time, lord knows my story, I had to sacrifice
I want Every day like Christmas, every night like New Year's Eve
I believe, it's possible, if Thats the life I choose to lead
Shed blood, niggas had to bleed
Shed tears, set my soul free, live life, to the T
Want Parris to have it way better than me
See things I never seen, dream dreams, I'd never dream
Be the person I never be, be the person that She's meant to be
For real, comfortable in my skin, you can be who you like, but ima always be Quinn
It's like where to begin, by the end I still win
Cause they never seen what I seen, or ever been Where I been
Nigga
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Clipped my wings, I still could fly
Passed them up, who passed me by
Kiss them broads and made her cry
Killed foes and watch them die
Built my castle all in the sky
Laughed in my face, before my eyes
Fuck your piece, I stole the pie
Hol up, I ain't Tre, they know I'll ride
Swallow blood before my pride
Never ran, never will, no need to hide
Trust me, we don't need to collide
Plus everything I do, eats you up inside
I can read it on your face
You can't keep up with my pace
I don't have the time to waste
For beer money niggas with champagne taste
Bless the ones that do believe
Curse the ones in disbelief
Time to turnover a new leaf
Born to a tribe, with too many chief
Too much war and not enough peace
Too much bullshit, when I'm back east
Back home, on the back streets
Won't take directions from the backseat
Take cover, when it rains, it pours
I ain't playing but I kept score
Got it locked like the figure four
I stand alone, but less is more
My life is like revolving door
Niggas hate on my allure
Just wait on what I have in store
Plus I'm like the only one who's pure
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Fuck that!
They say I got it all, I don't feel I got enough
Used to be one of the have nots, and I ain't going back to not having stuff
Long days, but even longer nights
These are the wrong days for not acting right
Niggas acting like, I don't deserve anything that I have coming at all in life
Thank god I have it nice, thank god, had to say it twice
Thank god for a third time, lord knows my story, I had to sacrifice
I want Every day like Christmas, every night like New Year's Eve
I believe, it's possible, if Thats the life I choose to lead
Shed blood, niggas had to bleed
Shed tears, set my soul free, live life, to the T
Want Parris to have it way better than me
See things I never seen, dream dreams, I'd never dream
Be the person I never be, be the person that She's meant to be
For real, comfortable in my skin, you can be who you like, but ima always be Quinn
It's like where to begin, by the end I still win
Cause they never seen what I seen, or ever been Where I been
Nigga
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Clipped my wings, I still could fly
Passed them up, who passed me by
Kiss them broads and made her cry
Killed foes and watch them die
Built my castle all in the sky
Laughed in my face, before my eyes
Fuck your piece, I stole the pie
Hol up, I ain't Tre, they know I'll ride
Swallow blood before my pride
Never ran, never will, no need to hide
Trust me, we don't need to collide
Plus everything I do, eats you up inside
I can read it on your face
You can't keep up with my pace
I don't have the time to waste
For beer money niggas with champagne taste
Bless the ones that do believe
Curse the ones in disbelief
Time to turnover a new leaf
Born to a tribe, with too many chief
Too much war and not enough peace
Too much bullshit, when I'm back east
Back home, on the back streets
Won't take directions from the backseat
Take cover, when it rains, it pours
I ain't playing but I kept score
Got it locked like the figure four
I stand alone, but less is more
My life is like revolving door
Niggas hate on my allure
Just wait on what I have in store
Plus I'm like the only one who's pure
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yo Fuck that
Uh, Yo, Yo, uh huh
Credits
Writer(s): Quinn Brathwaite
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