Lord Sko, Dre Wave$ - QUILLS Lyrics

I got no problem with honesty
Straight from the heart on the hardest beats
Lotta these copy's and wannabes having me board with the game no monopoly
Hotter than Curry So I went and shot the 3
Freddie Krueger if they wanna sleep
Getting messy moolah from the lottery
Put in my two cents
So nobody stopping me
Y'all stupid ain't using it properly
Hit your medulla so hard make you wanna think
After acid tripping
And them bad decisions
That creep back up and haunting you constantly
Not a boss you just got some autonomy
Sorry rappers owe apologies
To the coliseum when there not a peep
Cuz your anthems all got em like Colins knee
They can't stand you
Think all your bitches is ran through
And all of em flex on the gram when the cameras out
Cause that's what vanity can do
I ain't judging cuz I'll do the same on occasion
But face it goddamn it I am cute
But I'm still with them sticks like bamboo
Tell your mans move
'Fore he get his head wet up like shampoo
Fist clenched since a kid been a handful
Sixth sense lemme switch when they stand still
When I scribble I'm splitting the damn quill
Road running and tipping the anvil
Off the cliff it might hit you and land smooth
I don't pity your head in the sand dunes
Flipping the hourglass
I watch the city over candles
As my grand view, Uh
Brink of the skitz
Making looney toons
Still twisting a spliff like a rubik's cube
Got the square in my hand when I'm losing cool
Know the fair weather fans gonna boo at you
When the heat check isn't humid too
Taking deep breaths 'fore shoot the hoop (Yeah)
Said I'm genius
And they knew it's true (What)
Couldn't teach this like it's buellers school
Catch me twisting up a finger this ain't ASL
Haters fail to treat me like a stranger
So they staying stale
Made the bail
Later from the clank and couldn't shake the 12
One hand on the 9
Check the time
Gotta make a sale
Boy I do this for the have nots
And every shorty without ass shots
I got the proof in the back drop
Put on the suit like a mascot
And I'm living in the same place
That fucked around and got my dad shot
I put the pain in a backwood
I ain't stopping til I'm back top
I can't save you from a wager
Time to settle up, yeah
I'm embracing all the danger think I said enough of
Gettin faded at the dager
I ain't tell em nothin
Picking craters out your face
That's how I got it bussin'

I got no problem with honesty
Straight from the heart on the hardest beats
Lotta these copy's and wannabes having me board with the game no monopoly
Hotter than Curry So I went and shot the 3
Freddie Krueger if they wanna sleep
Getting messy moolah from the lottery
Put in my two cents
So nobody stopping me
Y'all stupid ain't using it properly
Hit your medulla so hard make you wanna think
After acid tripping
And them bad decisions
That creep back up and haunting you constantly
Not a boss you just got some autonomy
Sorry rappers owe apologies
To the coliseum when there not a peep
Cuz your anthems all got em like Colins knee
They can't stand you
Think all your bitches is ran through
And all of em flex on the gram when the cameras out
Cause that's what vanity can do
I ain't judging cuz I'll do the same on occasion
But face it goddamn it I am cute
But I'm still with them sticks like bamboo
Tell your mans move
'Fore he get his head wet up like shampoo
Fist clenched since a kid been a handful
Sixth sense lemme switch when they stand still
When I scribble I'm splitting the damn quill
Road running and tipping the anvil
Off the cliff it might hit you and land smooth
I don't pity your head in the sand dunes
Flipping the hourglass
I watch the city over candles
As my grand view, Uh
Brink of the skitz
Making looney toons
Still twisting a spliff like a rubik's cube
Got the square in my hand when I'm losing cool
Know the fair weather fans gonna boo at you
When the heat check isn't humid too
Taking deep breaths 'fore shoot the hoop (Yeah)
Said I'm genius
And they knew it's true (What)
Couldn't teach this like it's buellers school
Catch me twisting up a finger this ain't ASL
Haters fail to treat me like a stranger
So they staying stale
Made the bail
Later from the clank and couldn't shake the 12
One hand on the 9
Check the time
Gotta make a sale
Boy I do this for the have nots
And every shorty without ass shots
I got the proof in the back drop
Put on the suit like a mascot
And I'm living in the same place
That fucked around and got my dad shot
I put the pain in a backwood
I ain't stopping til I'm back top
I can't save you from a wager
Time to settle up, yeah
I'm embracing all the danger think I said enough of
Gettin faded at the dager
I ain't tell em nothin
Picking craters out your face
That's how I got it bussin'