Quentin Miller - The Source... lyrics
[Quentin Miller - The Source... lyrics]
Yeah lit in the city like downtown
Been kickin' shit like a roundhouse
Hit when you see me in the restaurant
Double on my cup from the waitress
Before she brings the calamari out
You could read my bio ten times and you
Still wouldn't know what I'm all about
Don't make me call you out
I heard the word around
Town you niggas talking down
Parked in the blue when I leave the house
No I'm not a Crip but I sorta is
They want more of me and they
Should want more of this
Name on the Lex with wood grain and I
Get the Ray's from my baby face
Back seat tinted of rap lyrics (yeah)
I tapped into the feeling of being that nigga
Could you please take them back
Handed compliments back witcha
We don't need those
Never been a G but I stuck to the G-code!
Live from the motherfucker G-co?
Got me in the south screaming north!
I've been getting to it since
I hopped of the porch
Since they was reading the source
Knew I was a source
(yeah) old shrimp fried rice ass nigga
I brought in all the soy
I made way more when I became unemployed
It ain't too much you could
Say about the boy
Nigga I got all my bills paid whatcha
Doin i mean what you focused on
Ex- girlfriends not in love with me no more
Add another to the story
Skrt when I tweak the Lex
Bubble like a Porsche
Man if stunting was a sport I'd
Be number one on sportscenter
Bit the wrong one if you sleeping on the boy
Turn your temperpedict to a coffin
(Huhu) and then you slept yourself to death
It's a line I originated, no comment (haha)
Been kickin' shit like a roundhouse
Hit when you see me in the restaurant
Double on my cup from the waitress
Before she brings the calamari out
You could read my bio ten times and you
Still wouldn't know what I'm all about
Don't make me call you out
I heard the word around
Town you niggas talking down
Parked in the blue when I leave the house
No I'm not a Crip but I sorta is
They want more of me and they
Should want more of this
Name on the Lex with wood grain and I
Get the Ray's from my baby face
Back seat tinted of rap lyrics (yeah)
I tapped into the feeling of being that nigga
Could you please take them back
Handed compliments back witcha
We don't need those
Never been a G but I stuck to the G-code!
Live from the motherfucker G-co?
Got me in the south screaming north!
I've been getting to it since
I hopped of the porch
Since they was reading the source
Knew I was a source
(yeah) old shrimp fried rice ass nigga
I brought in all the soy
I made way more when I became unemployed
It ain't too much you could
Say about the boy
Nigga I got all my bills paid whatcha
Doin i mean what you focused on
Ex- girlfriends not in love with me no more
Add another to the story
Skrt when I tweak the Lex
Bubble like a Porsche
Man if stunting was a sport I'd
Be number one on sportscenter
Bit the wrong one if you sleeping on the boy
Turn your temperpedict to a coffin
(Huhu) and then you slept yourself to death
It's a line I originated, no comment (haha)