Blessed Lil Intro

[Intro: Lil Quill]
Shit, motherfuckers wasn't fuckin' with me when I was down bad
Now motherfuckers wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm up nigga

[Chorus: Lil Quill]
Ain't got shit for you lil bitch
Finna go and put a brick on my wrist
Got a thirty in my clip lil bitch
Shoot a hundred out the stick lil bitch
What the fuck is you sayin' my nigga?
I'ma pull up with bands my nigga
Got a whole lot of choppers on choppers
Give fuck 'bout your partner
You talkin' that shit, I pull up with my shottas

[Interlude: Lil Quill]
I been in the streets ever since I was young nigga
I grew up influenced by guns, I thought it was fun nigga
Don't come to me talkin' 'bout you broke but you better go sit at the pond nigga
Shit, motherfuckers wasn't fuckin' with me when I was down bad
Now motherfuckers wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm up nigga

[Chorus: Lil Quill]
Ain't got shit for you lil bitch
Finna go and put a brick on my wrist
Got a thirty in my clip lil bitch
Shoot a hundred out the stick lil bitch
What the fuck is you sayin' my nigga?
I'ma pull up with bands my nigga
Got a whole lot of choppers on choppers
Give fuck 'bout your partner
You talkin' that shit, I pull up with my shottas

[Verse 1: Lil Quill]
I swear they don't play
K dick, hundred round drum, put the beam on your face
Swear they gon' spray
MAC-10 to the Glock-10, got an FN
I keep one in
I remember trapping at the Candler Inn
Selling point eight tryna get ten
I'm on Front Street tryna get in
Tryna push up in an S6 Benz
Never ever will I settle for less
I been flood the bezel now I flooded my chest
Scrape the bowl when I'm grippin' the TEC
You be dead when I'm whippin' the 'Vette lil nigga
Mixin' up the medicine

[Interlude: Yung Mal]
Hello, yeah
Where you at lil bro?
Shit I just pulled, up on my folks
Can you dig, I got all that, hell yeah
Say less, I'm finna pull up at the apartment right now

[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
I'm doin' the dash, finna get off on Collins
Same ticket I ain't droppin' no numbers
Saran wrap it, they can get the whole bundle
I'm bustin' they brain 'cause they come from the country
Fifty bands, nigga all blue hundreds
Minivan, slide the door and they gunning
(mhm, nigga already know how we comin' anyways)
No back and forth, these niggas know how we comin'
Them thirty rounds and them clips hold a hundred
I hustled hard 'cause I come up from nothin'
Bein' broke, it made me sick to my stomach
And you ain't gotta settle for less
I been through it all but I'm blessed
(young nigga seen it all man, I seen the ups, I seen the downs)
The same shit make you lie, make you cry
Niggas envy, gotta stay wih that fire
When you're in the street, nigga do or you die
When you talk to him look that man in his eye
And I got some niggas doin' hard time
The judge, they fried him, damn
And I got some real niggas in the dirt
They dead and they gone, it ain't no rewinding

[Outro: Yung Mal]
Rest in peace, on some real niggas
Blessed as a motherfucker man
You know, Lil Quill
You know we got a lot of shit on our plates now
Lot of shit goin' on
But ain't too much we can't handle, yeah