Quezus
Quezus, quezus, quezus!
I'm the future and the present
The king is back to shine on you peasants
It's young keys so I'm spitting nothing but the crack
About the cream like I'm bringing Wu- tag back
Niggas saying they the best and I ain't hearing that
Gave me his tape last week, threw that shit back
Got the city on my back and stacks in the duffle
All about my chippers boy call me young ruffle
Poppin niggas like stay out my bubble
If you ain't on my team then get the fuck out my huddle
Yellow bone half black I call her bumble
100 shots flipped the car over, tumble
Running with the ball I will not even fumble
Eat da track like cookies, crumble
Ugh yes I'm in the coop strapped
Young pirate call me young boot strap
Ugh they say the great die young young so imma be more then great and hope I'm not That one
Quezus, quezus, quezus!
I'm the future and the present
The king is back to shine on you peasants
When I speak on the track, the god talk through me
Real niggas fuck with me, that's why they give the nod to me
Hoes calling me lil baby like 4 pockets
Been balling James harden before the rockets
The automatic transform like robotics
Ya girl go up and down that's hydraulics
Whoa, I was gone for a minute but now I'm back now, back down
Bro ain't official I checked his background
They let me out da cage I'm going ham again
He made me pull the gauge now he manakin
You looking at greatness in the making
God flow Bitch, I rebuke you Satan
American idol serving that clay Aiken
I'm cooking up, Water whiping with no apron
My name should be carved in the pavement
Now sit back and watch then awe in amazement
Quezus, quezus, quezus!
I'm the future and the present
The king is back to shine on you peasants
Golden child everything I touch 14k
Man you niggas 2 week, 14 days
Bitch choosing if she want to then let her ride
Because everybody want a piece of quez like stride
Or more like orbit, Pockets on norbit
The game is my frame and I am it's portrait
Quez don't just kill beats nigga I torch shit
Been running this game so long but never tore shit
Ugh sipping henny out the holy grail
Man you niggas can't see me like you reading brail
Someone told me I fell off owe I needed that
Now everything going be a thriller word to mike jack
You going respect my name and reputation
These niggas just act standing ovation
Been in that field like I'm flacco joe
Unstoppable I'm in rocko mode
I'm the future and the present
The king is back to shine on you peasants
It's young keys so I'm spitting nothing but the crack
About the cream like I'm bringing Wu- tag back
Niggas saying they the best and I ain't hearing that
Gave me his tape last week, threw that shit back
Got the city on my back and stacks in the duffle
All about my chippers boy call me young ruffle
Poppin niggas like stay out my bubble
If you ain't on my team then get the fuck out my huddle
Yellow bone half black I call her bumble
100 shots flipped the car over, tumble
Running with the ball I will not even fumble
Eat da track like cookies, crumble
Ugh yes I'm in the coop strapped
Young pirate call me young boot strap
Ugh they say the great die young young so imma be more then great and hope I'm not That one
Quezus, quezus, quezus!
I'm the future and the present
The king is back to shine on you peasants
When I speak on the track, the god talk through me
Real niggas fuck with me, that's why they give the nod to me
Hoes calling me lil baby like 4 pockets
Been balling James harden before the rockets
The automatic transform like robotics
Ya girl go up and down that's hydraulics
Whoa, I was gone for a minute but now I'm back now, back down
Bro ain't official I checked his background
They let me out da cage I'm going ham again
He made me pull the gauge now he manakin
You looking at greatness in the making
God flow Bitch, I rebuke you Satan
American idol serving that clay Aiken
I'm cooking up, Water whiping with no apron
My name should be carved in the pavement
Now sit back and watch then awe in amazement
Quezus, quezus, quezus!
I'm the future and the present
The king is back to shine on you peasants
Golden child everything I touch 14k
Man you niggas 2 week, 14 days
Bitch choosing if she want to then let her ride
Because everybody want a piece of quez like stride
Or more like orbit, Pockets on norbit
The game is my frame and I am it's portrait
Quez don't just kill beats nigga I torch shit
Been running this game so long but never tore shit
Ugh sipping henny out the holy grail
Man you niggas can't see me like you reading brail
Someone told me I fell off owe I needed that
Now everything going be a thriller word to mike jack
You going respect my name and reputation
These niggas just act standing ovation
Been in that field like I'm flacco joe
Unstoppable I'm in rocko mode
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Writer(s): Marque Delpino
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