Quadeca - Hell2Pay lyrics

Watch me go, now watch me-watch me go, now
Do not slow down
Boasting, 'cause I'm so proud
They be hating, 'cause I love the life
That I've been given
Life that I've been living they be hating
'cause they see the road and I've been driven
I know that I did it!

Man, you know that I've been
Workin' like a motherfucker
Searchin' for a purpose
And I got to make it worthwhile (Perfect)
Ain't no time for being nervous
I've been right up on the surface
Tryna light up every burden in my verse, I'll
Be the best, ain't no need to rest
Feel my beatin' chest needs to be up next
I need to get through the turnstile
The road to riches is full
Of ditches and distances a marathon


And most you bitches quit
After the first mile
Well, I'm just gonna live it up
Like erectile dysfunction
I don't give a fuck
Don't give it up, like a good Christian does
And everybody gettin' mad
They so pissed at us
Like, who has ever flown like this?
The only kid who's so legit and goin' in
They focusin', they noticin'
They know it's him got doors that be openin'
The game, like some new Yeezy's
I've just broken in
They all convinced that I
Ain't supposed to win
Flow like water, now it is soakin' in
They won't go swim
More salty than a ocean is i'm floatin' in
But seen as automatically wack
Like asthma attack
Havin' ass in the back of your class
But, you know what? I don't give
A fuckin' half of a crap matter of fact
I ain't never gon' be packin' my bags
And that's a wrap, yeah

Watch me go, now watch me-watch me go, now
Do not slow down
Boasting, 'cause I'm so proud
They be hating
'cause I love the life that I've been given
Life that I've been living they be hating
'cause they see the road and I've been driven
I know that I did it!

I made my room, and my studio
Passing through competition, Ricky Rubio
I never lose, bitch, I am two and o
I got some talent, and I'm here to prove it
So if you hating, cut the conversation
'Cause I'm 'bout to kill it, total domination
To all of you rappers, congratulations
Kyle and Quadeca, that's a mean combination
Yeah! I'm an atomic bomb, I'll blow up soon
Little time on the clock
Everybody clear the room
'Cause I'm about to blow
Off the motherfucking roof
Until the city on fire, 'til it's time
I'ma boom like 9 11, I might fly so high
Say, "What's up?" to God and see how we doing
And thank you for blessing me with the music
'Cause my pen is holy, so hallelujah!
Independent with the illest writtens
Since a young kid raised intermittent
I'm so driven by the artists spittin'
I'm Michael Jordan, and you're Scottie Pippen
I hip the hop, you just a ribbit
You get a pat on the back
And I get the ribbon
I'm doing shows, here's a ticket
I don't give a fuck, just like Homer Simpson
(Slime, slime)
Sleeping on me, had to wake 'em up
And now, I got the juice
You can't take my cup
So many girls I can't wait to fuck
And I pray to God that
That day can come, but, for now
Give me the mic and shit will get lit
I could steal your bitch just like a pick-six
Hijacking the rap game, I'll encrypt it
Like characteristics turned optimistic
Contain the rap game, and had to find check
You think that you're ill? Well
Please define 'sick'
I'm a lyricist, and you're a rhymist
I mean, look at you rappers, like
What did I miss?
Me and Quadeca, they'll be coming up quick
Like the girl of my dreams
Got nasty with our dicks
Pause that's a metaphor, meaning
We growing up me and Quadeca on the track
That's dope as fuck! Ah!

Watch me go, now watch me-watch me go, now
Do not slow down
Boasting, 'cause I'm so proud
They be hating
'cause I love the life that I've been given
Life that I've been living they be hating
'cause they see the road and I've been driven
I know that I did it!