QreativeQU - Dread Head.

Dreads on my head so they call me a Dread Head
Got money with some Bloods now I call that my red bread
Out all night, Momma asked me "where you slept at ?"
My eyes look dead but not on the death bed yet
I am the monster in ya nightmares, leave ya bed wet
Comin' out your closet, I crept where you slept at
I'm in ya mind
Now I'm talkin' all the time
Got me prayin' help me God
See niggas ridin' on my side
These niggas ridin' by my side
If I tell Grandma go inside
It's cause we postin' up outside
I have some friends that wanna fly
Nina just wanna say hi
Wanna be one of the guys
If I have to be that guy
Then I'm beefin' up like Qy
You can't see me on that line
You can't tell me it's not my time
But I'ma tell you when it's your time because I'm The Reaper
The new time keeper
Dressed in all black, mask to sneakers
Crack is drippin' out ya speakers, hold up
My hair is dreaded now I'm a part of the brotherhood
Spirit of the Lion though since I would draw in color books
If you wanna try him, don't, my roar will have ya mother shook
I'm not worth trying but I'm worth another look, QU

With 10 toes I'm rooted
Got my shorty's back, I don't ask what my boo did
If she say the word, then I'm comin' right for you kid
Life is a dream world, I'm Juiced so it's lucid
Dread headed
They don't get it
Don't need your credit
Just increase my debit
Add a couple zeros
If you want me to check it
I feel like Ralph with the way that I Wreck It
I been in this shit like I'm cleanin' a septic
Damn that man nice, easier to accept it
Maneuver in shadows, quiet I kept it
Pay my dues, though sometimes I feel klephtic
Dread head QU
Conductor, choo choo
Conductor like them jewels do
I'm VVS you're VStwo
You're kinda nice and I'm The Truth
Paul Pierce with the dagger two
Sell it big buy it low
Scheme is Bigelow, I'm Deuce
In control and I'm on cruise
Lips are locked, they're never loose
For some the money is a noose
Me, I get further from my caboose
..I'm picky so I choose...
Take my time but never lose
Sleep, alarm in my mind don't have a snooze
I feel alive

My dreads are hangin' to the side
I got a Bonnie to my Clyde
When I go Chucky she my bride, aye
Make my shawty cry and I'ma make ya momma cry, aye
Tears in her eyes, used to sing you lullaby's
Don't have her front seat at your funeral stutterin' buh-buh-bye
The world don't care, we say he was just a guy
I piss in this pot and then adjust my fly
I stay with a clear mind, don't move drunk nor high, look
I been way out the norm
My body's filled with chloroform
So if you try to kill me I hop back up like I been reborn
Since I had holes in my sneakers and all of my best clothes were torn
Lion hearted, grabbed the ram by the horns, look

Long hair, don't care like my brother say
You should see my Moms dreads
Classic look, peppered gray
Pops should grow some too
But he stay in his lane and cruise
If my sister show up in dreads I'm hype like "what up foo !?"
My dreads hang low, swang low, sweet chariot
Weight of the world on my shoulders but I carry it
Weight in my trunk, here to there, used to ferry it
Hatchet in my hand, better hope that I bury it

Written by:
Quion Gunning

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