Survive
Quincy tell 'em
I got rid of the key's
I got me some cash, tell Quincy to play the piano
Go to the studio, tour a four
Pull up at the show in a Viano
So many figures, it's hurting my fingers
The Italian fashion, I'm Figaro
Shit, it's only real and my vision, I'm real just like dem alone
I had to re-up again, it's not for me, it's for my friends
Stacks in the bank, I don't need fame
Everyone here, they just pretend
I'm for this throne, I don't contend
I'm for my money, who's making friends?
I got a call, I sold a ten
I got a call, I sold my benz
Go to my house, I don't pay rent
I got this music, I'm going in
I got these hoes making me sin
Don't sugar coat, I say how it is
I say how it is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I say how it is
I made a deposit, but yeah I need some more
I usually go by myself to settle the scores
I usually don't have the time, the time for a whore
I came to the game and, yeah, I open some doors
Now I'm thinking about marble on floors
Ceiling over my head, but I'm on the clouds
Plant a seed in my wife, yeah, so I get a child
We gotta survive, this shit don't suffice
I got it right, they're going left, they're in decline
Dolce & Gabbana, I'm up in Havana, the weather's so nice
Living a life, it is so calm, I'm in the sky's
Ayy, who is this guy? Yeah
The money is piling, the women exotic
The cube got some bricks, the bricks they be foreign
The coupé is foreign and Huncho is foreign, yeah, yeah
Only bosses, you cannot sit here
Only some real bruddas in the building, yeah
Quarter pound needs trimming, yeah
Came up drug dealing
Came up drug dealing
Came up with no feelings
Try hard to go visit, always tryna dodge prison
Got stories and they're chilling
Stories and they're chilling
But I'll speak when I make me a million, yeah
I made a deposit, but yeah I need some more
I usually go by myself to settle the scores
I usually don't have the time, the time for a whore
I came to the game and, yeah, I open some doors
Now I'm thinking about marble on floors
Ceiling over my head, but I'm on the clouds
Plant a seed in my wife, yeah, so I get a child
We gotta survive, this shit don't suffice
I made a deposit, but yeah I need some more
I usually go by myself to settle the scores
I usually don't have the time, the time for a whore
I came to the game and, yeah, I open some doors
I got rid of the key's
I got me some cash, tell Quincy to play the piano
Go to the studio, tour a four
Pull up at the show in a Viano
So many figures, it's hurting my fingers
The Italian fashion, I'm Figaro
Shit, it's only real and my vision, I'm real just like dem alone
I had to re-up again, it's not for me, it's for my friends
Stacks in the bank, I don't need fame
Everyone here, they just pretend
I'm for this throne, I don't contend
I'm for my money, who's making friends?
I got a call, I sold a ten
I got a call, I sold my benz
Go to my house, I don't pay rent
I got this music, I'm going in
I got these hoes making me sin
Don't sugar coat, I say how it is
I say how it is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I say how it is
I made a deposit, but yeah I need some more
I usually go by myself to settle the scores
I usually don't have the time, the time for a whore
I came to the game and, yeah, I open some doors
Now I'm thinking about marble on floors
Ceiling over my head, but I'm on the clouds
Plant a seed in my wife, yeah, so I get a child
We gotta survive, this shit don't suffice
I got it right, they're going left, they're in decline
Dolce & Gabbana, I'm up in Havana, the weather's so nice
Living a life, it is so calm, I'm in the sky's
Ayy, who is this guy? Yeah
The money is piling, the women exotic
The cube got some bricks, the bricks they be foreign
The coupé is foreign and Huncho is foreign, yeah, yeah
Only bosses, you cannot sit here
Only some real bruddas in the building, yeah
Quarter pound needs trimming, yeah
Came up drug dealing
Came up drug dealing
Came up with no feelings
Try hard to go visit, always tryna dodge prison
Got stories and they're chilling
Stories and they're chilling
But I'll speak when I make me a million, yeah
I made a deposit, but yeah I need some more
I usually go by myself to settle the scores
I usually don't have the time, the time for a whore
I came to the game and, yeah, I open some doors
Now I'm thinking about marble on floors
Ceiling over my head, but I'm on the clouds
Plant a seed in my wife, yeah, so I get a child
We gotta survive, this shit don't suffice
I made a deposit, but yeah I need some more
I usually go by myself to settle the scores
I usually don't have the time, the time for a whore
I came to the game and, yeah, I open some doors
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Writer(s): M Huncho, Quincy Quincy
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