Quaker Lane Flows
All them heart break love story's
They get told a little different
It was Sarah Nia Raquel
Still some secrets I never reveal
Shit two of you talk to me still
But back in the city
Is the city is it all good
I be feeling out of touch sometimes
Hard to open up so I wrote these rhymes
If you see my siblings, tell em what's up
I ain't been home in couple months
It's been music, bitches, shows
Home one week and back on the road
You already know that I'm chasing the dough
Only hood rich, so I need a little more
Ease a little pain with the liquor we pour
Open my heart it's out on my sleeve
Ima show you whenever I bleed
Try to keep real whenever I breath
Just hold on tight, it's all going be alright
I lie to myself sometimes
I doubted myself sometimes
But not no more
Too many people believe
So I deal pressure
They know that I'm riding for forever
Talk to my cousin
He say that he proud
Girl friend think he ain't hold it down
Only life line when I'm outta town
Using that line cause he hold it down
Trust and believe he do
Whenever you need me to
You know that I'm sending it thru
Got big dreams I'm due
Smoke and drink I do
I still think bout you
No one think bout Q
My life on camera everything on Q
Keep real with you
So keep my songs on queue
Keep my songs on queue
Fuck...
Hold on I got some more for you
Whenever you need me I'm here
Coming to you with secrets to share
Couple of months it'll make it a year
Dropped out college ain't start a career
But that's not a problem to me
Dae, Col, B, they riding for me
So fuck a degree
Still some people who need me
So leave to us get rich off the pain
Still Some things that's hard to explain
Someone tell iris, it don't feel the same
Hard time coping adjusting to fame
These them high school basement vibes
Had no whip so you would drive
Grandma house and you slide
Got kicked out but I survived
A letter to you
Summaries of the shit we've been thru
Couple of things I still gotta do
Couple of thing I still gotta prove
Cause in this life you win or lose
Pack up your bags i'm changing views
Trying get rich with samples you use
Just give me a sec
You know I work with finesse
You know I work with finesse
You know I work with finesse
You know your boy work with finesse
They get told a little different
It was Sarah Nia Raquel
Still some secrets I never reveal
Shit two of you talk to me still
But back in the city
Is the city is it all good
I be feeling out of touch sometimes
Hard to open up so I wrote these rhymes
If you see my siblings, tell em what's up
I ain't been home in couple months
It's been music, bitches, shows
Home one week and back on the road
You already know that I'm chasing the dough
Only hood rich, so I need a little more
Ease a little pain with the liquor we pour
Open my heart it's out on my sleeve
Ima show you whenever I bleed
Try to keep real whenever I breath
Just hold on tight, it's all going be alright
I lie to myself sometimes
I doubted myself sometimes
But not no more
Too many people believe
So I deal pressure
They know that I'm riding for forever
Talk to my cousin
He say that he proud
Girl friend think he ain't hold it down
Only life line when I'm outta town
Using that line cause he hold it down
Trust and believe he do
Whenever you need me to
You know that I'm sending it thru
Got big dreams I'm due
Smoke and drink I do
I still think bout you
No one think bout Q
My life on camera everything on Q
Keep real with you
So keep my songs on queue
Keep my songs on queue
Fuck...
Hold on I got some more for you
Whenever you need me I'm here
Coming to you with secrets to share
Couple of months it'll make it a year
Dropped out college ain't start a career
But that's not a problem to me
Dae, Col, B, they riding for me
So fuck a degree
Still some people who need me
So leave to us get rich off the pain
Still Some things that's hard to explain
Someone tell iris, it don't feel the same
Hard time coping adjusting to fame
These them high school basement vibes
Had no whip so you would drive
Grandma house and you slide
Got kicked out but I survived
A letter to you
Summaries of the shit we've been thru
Couple of things I still gotta do
Couple of thing I still gotta prove
Cause in this life you win or lose
Pack up your bags i'm changing views
Trying get rich with samples you use
Just give me a sec
You know I work with finesse
You know I work with finesse
You know I work with finesse
You know your boy work with finesse
Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Garvin
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