Qweezy' - Ramble

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I Can’t Forget that my main goal is to get the paper
Flip that remain Cold to these snakin’ haters
& Lately I been on a roll like a dope creator
With all these freaky ass flows ima record slayer
They Try to test a playa’ I’m bubba chuck to the beats
Everything in my favor I just be keepin the Peace
With One Love Bob playin as I’m cruisin streets
I’m Rollin down out my window and I’m catchin the breeze
Just thinking’ what a nigga gettin into for the weekend
Probably playin bones while the old heads drinking’
I’ll be sippin lemonade in the shade peepin’
At some cougar from around the way just creepin’
The scene always like boys n the hood
I Gotta homie like doughboy wishin’ you would
Try to pull up at the block party killin the vibes
Nigga crazy if he pull up then it might be ya time
He be gettin’ Triggered
But we just wanna ball gettin figures
And Haters wanna fall in the pictures
At some point you gotta get the scissors
These are
Just some random thoughts in my head
I remember things some people said
Could trip but I got shit to do so instead
I be On my way to get to this bread
Last time we BBQ’d dukes gave me a letter
From a Brandi type she the one who make it all better
When the Shit hit the fan she remind me she there
Man I been crushin’ on the same female forever
Distance always been a problem think im more like a Dove
If I ever gotta’ go just know I’m sendin my Love
Too everybody Grands can’t wait to give me a hug
Wish they never die man they need a limitless drug
Get my wisdom from my pops never spazz through the drama
And you know off that top I get the Smile from my Mama
No matter what A nigga goin through enjoying the now
I remember when she told me to believe in good karma
Got some Queens in my life that’s forever some charmers
Few Kings lookin out when the life gettin harder
One thing that I’m about is the bond of the word
Scope Succa folks trynna do you wrong in return
We just gettin bigger
Growin through it all, gettin figures
They just wanna fall In The pictures
At a point you gotta give em scissors
These are
Just some random thoughts in my head
I remember things some people said
Could trip but I got shit to do so instead
I be On my way to get to this bread
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
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Written by:
Marquon Webster

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