The Gift & The Curse

(Quan on da track)

Ain't nobody I'm this bitch fuckin with me
And make them bitches leave y'all & make em run to me
Don't trust nobody
Reason why I got my gun, nigga
And if you heard that "click clack"
You better run, nigga

Yes I'm back
Yeah I'm back, speaking all facts
Every time I hear y'all lil songs, they be all cap
They want that old quan back
Nah, they can't have that
Here go that boy noggin ima blast that

I remember being bad as hell up in that class
I don't do no other subjects l, all I got is math
I can't see you niggas like I gotta cataract
Dissin me, then you'll be riding in that Cadillac

I don't even freestyle, but ima do this doe
Still in this damn house, don't even need ah studio
He wanna ride with Quan, but he actin like a groupie doe
Got a hunnid scenes, hunnid clips to shoot a movie doe

Got extended mags up in this Glock so I can shoot it (Aye)
Pussy boy act like he want war, but he won't do it (Aye)
I dropped "Just Wait"
Keko dropped "B.B.E. 23"
I'm the type of nigga just finesse you for some 20 P's

But ima Gemini, man y'all don't want another side of me
I been doing this for to long, man I gotta sleep
Everything is cool, but I still be rapping on my beats
Sneak dissin on IG, bitch you gone D.I.E.

(Woo) Man I knew - was ah rat
He did that, 'cause he want his moncler
Y'all can't hate me of y'all want, but y'all don't wanna hear that
I'm talking to you like you niggas deaf
Where yo ears at? (ears at, ears at)

That one boy want his ones back
He tryna kill his self 'cause he can't get his gun back
Y'all can't walk no mile on my shoes I got my ones back
Lost too many metaphors, these lines I gotta punch back

Them 7.62 bullets knock off yo SnapBack
I cannot believe that boy told, he ah rat rat
Dying with yo Glock, but you claiming that you blast that
Last time, I saw yo location up at Snapchat

Ain't no Hollywood, you know this Draco gotta act
Don't tryna diss the quan, them 517 shots hit his back
Let me know if you wanna smoke, but I can't pass that
Boy, why you keep looking at my chain man, you ain't gettin that

I was goin too much damn trauma, where yo ass at?
You dead tryna slide for yo mans, you can't get back
I be up 24/7, fuck the cap naps
Heard that you be crying all week, where yo bitch at?

By the way, I just customized ah SIGMAG
When I see yo ass, then ima pop you like ah tic-tac
And I got the tools up in this Glock, but I can't fix that
Plus I got this opportunity, but I can't miss that

Shot, brain dead, tryna diss me with yo bitchass
Hollow tips hit em five times, can't get his get back
I got my Draco's & AR's, yeah they mix matched
Call my TEC-9 slick back, but don't get pimp slapped

(But don't get pimp slapped, but don't get pimp slapped)

I'm back up in this bitch again, like I ain't never left
If you wanna diss the quan, them bullets got him stretched
R.I.P. to Takeoff, I gotta buy ah jet
Always acting like ah rookie, but ima gahdamn vet

(Aye quan, man I think yo time is done, my guy)

I ain't done yet, you know I got that comeback
Smoking to much damn loud, I gotta get my lungs back
I treat yo block just like football, I gotta run that

You know I been rappin & trappin, where my cuz at?
Middle fingers to the judge l, I need my cousin back
And I know they miss me, they want that quan back
I go acapella in this bitch, where the sounds at?

(Quan on da Track)