Quentin Miller - UnHOLY... lyrics
[Quentin Miller - UnHOLY... lyrics]
Yeah for a minute now
I haven't heard your name in a minute now
You been considered lame for a minute now
You haven't had a hit in a minute now
Tryna reel it in, know you fishin' now
All the shit that you been poppin'
Now is null and void
Quit my job and made more money unemployed
You can throw them shots at me
Let's start a war
When it comes to jabbin' I'm as good as Floyd
I was never gang, gang
I was 1317 the whole time
In your city, tech fleece, track and field
The whole nine i've been making progress
My nigga I ain't lying
Girl, you cannot stop this
Can't even slow it down
I'm really off y'all, yeah, Melrose
Draped in Nike Golf
Aw hell, I just went off, aw
There should be a couple pallbearers Just to
Take this beat and bury it hit your bitch
She hit the notes Mariah Carey hit's
Last time I checked I was a ghost
Now that's some scary shit
Pop up on the scene
Feeling like a fresh black Casper
Put my daughter feet up in some new Air Maxes
Damn, Uncle Sam want a verse, I gotta tax 'em
Push my '97 like a brand new Jaguar
Wax on, no Mr miyagi, roll-rollin like Kelly
Fuck 'round with my family
I go Buns off Belly, man
Its been a minute now
Its been a little minute now
Niggas thought I would be finished now
Damn, you still in this now? Haha
If my man was fighting some unholy war
I would be behind him
Straight shook up beside him
With strength he didn't know
It's you I'm fighting for
He can't lose with me in tow
I refuse to let him go
At his side and drunk on pride
We wait for the blow
I haven't heard your name in a minute now
You been considered lame for a minute now
You haven't had a hit in a minute now
Tryna reel it in, know you fishin' now
All the shit that you been poppin'
Now is null and void
Quit my job and made more money unemployed
You can throw them shots at me
Let's start a war
When it comes to jabbin' I'm as good as Floyd
I was never gang, gang
I was 1317 the whole time
In your city, tech fleece, track and field
The whole nine i've been making progress
My nigga I ain't lying
Girl, you cannot stop this
Can't even slow it down
I'm really off y'all, yeah, Melrose
Draped in Nike Golf
Aw hell, I just went off, aw
There should be a couple pallbearers Just to
Take this beat and bury it hit your bitch
She hit the notes Mariah Carey hit's
Last time I checked I was a ghost
Now that's some scary shit
Pop up on the scene
Feeling like a fresh black Casper
Put my daughter feet up in some new Air Maxes
Damn, Uncle Sam want a verse, I gotta tax 'em
Push my '97 like a brand new Jaguar
Wax on, no Mr miyagi, roll-rollin like Kelly
Fuck 'round with my family
I go Buns off Belly, man
Its been a minute now
Its been a little minute now
Niggas thought I would be finished now
Damn, you still in this now? Haha
If my man was fighting some unholy war
I would be behind him
Straight shook up beside him
With strength he didn't know
It's you I'm fighting for
He can't lose with me in tow
I refuse to let him go
At his side and drunk on pride
We wait for the blow