QMFB(Quit Music For Business)

Rap is an ocean and an ocean with a spirit

No matter how try to avoid it no yo can't his it

It attracts the soul and toast, girl I know the feeling

It drives you in deep and you can't fight the bitch

Raps make you feel on top of the world

Just to focus and be on top of the words

But they'll always be hittas to make you fall off

It's so deep, but eventually you'll bounce back on

 

remember the days I used to produce and kill tracks

Way up spitting crack fuck with real good smack

When I go black out rap make me bounce back

Getting back home with packs, brought my mama a thousand stack

After showcasing some dope on stage and make fans snort 'em

Get back to the hood to give 'em again good and nice rhyming

Never sleep Only eat dinner and it's what snack up

Rap chips and ignore the bitch in need I got a reach to beat

Fuck it I really same fuse it, Ni one can confuse me

Search around I'm so lost in it

Pulled my family out of anorexic, that's some fact in it

1 God, 1 demigod, obey no Moses' shit

Niggas tryna break my leg but I kick with it

Rap's my greatest weapon make 'em sweat, that's karma coming back at it

Bang them with it, got peeps laugh at him

Hate me so they frame me for drugs, I I got to jail for it

 

 

My pen and papers still going freely in the penitentiary though

Do my push ups, it made me go harder and smarter and tough though

My flow got sicker, even vaccine be like this ain't how it goes

My fellow prisoners knew me as boss that I took control

I got out hotter, the whole mic gon' blazing

I be purple hazing I'm the Usain in that racing

Those hittas wanna give up but their sorceress told 'em to live up

So they tryna whip and keep their ass up and fuck the freak off

This shit got deep and made my pool shallow

Baby menace threatening if I don't quit my game I'll get swallowed

But I stood my thugself and told 'em in their face.. yo

I'm my father's son and you'll have to live up to my expectation 'fore guntalk

Then went to my father's house to have a family dinner

Took my baby's mother and daughter along as I plan to go for a show tomorrow in Atlanta

Getting back from a dope show saw my daughter and family in the casket

Sat down on the floor, sip Perkies, a thug crying heartily

 

 

This shit is rushed with no clutch and it hurts

It's torturous like '84 iron my heart rusts

That shit was in store for me how come I didn't run earlier

Fuck myself how come I went to that show helling motherfucka

Lost so many man I can't even balance it

Perkies and such I ain't even recognize these damages

Bang a lotta expensive thangs, couldn't refund so I was sent to jail again

This time in the penitentiary my ass was as lame as faded

A fan of mine, a lover got me out on bail

Going back home along the whitehouse those thugs be like hey we hail

Got a flashback bout my past I went tripping in emotion

My flesh was wandering looking for a soul like Wraith cum

My neo lover, Bella told me to leave

it all behind and quit music for business

The same hammer that forges steel breaks glass, drop my pen for the dickness

Two years and six months after having three kids with Bella

Went back to my pen again and Bella spill out my feelings in the paper (Bounce back)

 

 

Thugger, yeah, rappers,

Rap, Kill