Quaid Pearce - Flip An Ounce

I need a lick from writing these kicks
I came from sticks where you don't have shit
Except for a stick I make a beat then make it a hit
Running with Deats we taking them risks
I'm up in these streets painting a piece
And hating police I stay on the east
Just up near the beach it's not what it seems
I had to outta the shit for my dreams
I cannot be around junkies and fiends
I'm putting in work you can't fuck with the team
We ain't just rap also make beats
And we don't just act I say what I think
She like when I rap I made it a kink
You like a tat ya only skin deep
I flow like a tap so don't let it leak
I pull up the app then jot down the scene
I'm working my Mac and making the heat
I do it like that that's just how it be
They tipping they hat I'm tipping the scales
I know the shit that I'm doing can't fail
I'm moving like cheetahs they moving like snails
I'm hotter than heaters I'm colder than hail
I heard that ya style is vile and stale
I'll be here a while cause I will not fail
I grew up real shitty where you gotta scrounge
Where you gotta labour or go flip an ounce
I had to be careful on many accounts
Or I might a ended up pinned to the ground
I grew up real shitty where you gotta scrounge
Where you gotta labour or go flip an ounce
I had to be careful on many accounts
Or I might a ended up pinned to the ground
I aint talk much don't know whose around
I'm staying alert keep my ear to the ground
They all getting murked when they hearing my sound
They say that I'm lost but I'm yet to be found
Keep my head high even when I was down
I ain't loosin focus not now
When ya hear my flow bitch go down
They gon ride the wave just like mal
Need the cash in my bank pay pal
You can keep all them hoes they fowl
I got reasons for why I am
I ain't need to explain all them
Hate or love it this who I am
I got five I turn it to ten
Always out here making ends
I ain't need to play games pretend
I ain't seize give in or bend
I ain't need handouts or lends
I ain't fuck with barbies not ken
Just cause we talk don't mean that we friends
Disrespect me once then it ends
I ain't fuck with pop songs or trends
But I fuck with auxs and sends
These imposters get flogged and sent
I grew up real shitty where you gotta scrounge
Where you gotta labour or go flip an ounce
I had to be careful on many accounts
Or I might a ended up pinned to the ground
I grew up real shitty where you gotta scrounge
Where you gotta labour or go flip an ounce
I had to be careful on many accounts
Or I might a ended up pinned to the ground
Oi

Written by:
Quaid Pearce

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