(Intro)
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Queens
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(Hook)
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QB, what¡¯s up?
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NY, what¡¯s up?
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Worldwide, what¡¯s up?
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(Verse 1)
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I wake up, spark a blunt
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Contemplate on what I want
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Cold cut, slicing up my speaker like a butcher, son
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Iron lungs, white smoke like fishscale from Columbians
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Meditate and keep positive like a Buddhist monk
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My niggas keep the piece by their side
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They ain¡¯t the only one
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Keep it in my dome, peaceful thoughts in my home
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It¡¯s hard to keep it steady with the world always moving
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It¡¯s hard to trust females when these hoes try to use ¡®em
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My nigga said remember your morals and what you stand for
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The game is the devil, a soul snatcher always want more
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Agreed as my ash hit his dashboard
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Said I¡¯m about my cash more
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And niggas keeping peace is like jigsaws
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Catch me bumpin' bass, shaking off floor boards
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Store whores, pussy shake when I make the kitty purr
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Why you try to buy fur to impress her
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I¡¯m feeling it, killing it
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On your shit, she grippin¡¯ it, nigga
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(Hook)
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QB, what¡¯s up?
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NY, what¡¯s up?
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Worldwide, what¡¯s up?
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(Verse 2)
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Back to the business, my words catch nerves
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So I know that you feel this
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Nigga this the realest
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All flows mastered like whips and mixed bastards
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Ali jab cadence, delivery at its greatest
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Fuck a 9 to 5 boy, I¡¯m out here tryin' make it
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Take it, Flips words till I see commas
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No llamas, I packed the knowledge of a scholar
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Young king looking for a crown or a dollar
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No fathers, we let the street niggas guide us
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Losing my religion lately, feeling godless
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All I see is violence if they shit on my TV
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All I see is violence if they shit in these damn streets
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Only making it if I swim in the mainstream
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Drowning in the real a victim, if you ask me
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Evict them, the rap gods ain't happy
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Rap game war, motherfucker, I¡¯m past peace
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(Hook)
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QB, what¡¯s up?
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NY, what¡¯s up?
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Worldwide, what¡¯s up?
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(Verse 3)
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I¡¯m ready for my calling, betting on my life
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And you know I¡¯m going all in, every last cent
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Every check from my employment
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Every dream I wrote, every line I put my all in
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With every single breath that I take on daily
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I exhale stress so it comes back rarely
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Really I raps on the way to the deli
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Now I¡¯m in the booth and I¡¯m smoked out heavy
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Same niggas who said niggas wouldn¡¯t listen
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Out here now tryin' be my competition
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But competition means that it might happen
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Only way y¡¯all winning if I stop rapping
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(Hook)
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QB, what¡¯s up?
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NY, what¡¯s up?
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Worldwide, what¡¯s up?
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(Outro)
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It¡¯s that new New York shit, nigga
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QB
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| Bryant Dope |
