QP. WorldWide - Trail of Tears Lyrics

Bookbag cash stuffed
Out for new hunnids
Cowboy still tucked
With the big pole on me
Never tell the horses hold homie
Got a carriage full for the homies
I brought the load all by my lonely
Smoking cause it make my soul feeling unlonely
When I was in the dark I wish I had a gps but life don't come with that
You can ask a million people how to win
But they aint you got to come with yo own concepts
I was 30 thousand feet up looking at the fuck shit
Like that shit just so small to me
Hard for a giant to get upset when cash is you see
Even when it wasn't there we manifested by any degree nigga
Print talk
Made into music
You that nigga with that heat huh
Feeling like I'm Juvie
Play me buss it out yo speak huh
Then come let me prove it
Im the greatest at its climbing point my altitude protruding
Flyer than your average
Your nigga with Issa Rae he insecure
Why he don't need a bad bitch
I just let her have it
Only point Im trying to prove is I'm beat it like a savage
And I don't have a phone so I'll contact you when I can bae
Killing hype
Popping shit without a mic
1000 miles an running for that paper why im out of sight
Brand new exotic bomb
New Raw wick look like dynamite
Yea the scale right
Its 112 right
QP WorldeWide
Bookbag cash stuffed
Out for new hunnids
Cowboy still tucked
With the big pole on me
Never tell the horses hold homie
Got a carriage full for the homies
I brought the load all by my lonely
Smoking cause it make my soul feeling unlonely
When I was in the dark I wish I had a gps but life don't come with that
You can ask a million people how to win but they aint you got to come with yo own concepts

Bookbag cash stuffed
Out for new hunnids
Cowboy still tucked
With the big pole on me
Never tell the horses hold homie
Got a carriage full for the homies
I brought the load all by my lonely
Smoking cause it make my soul feeling unlonely
When I was in the dark I wish I had a gps but life don't come with that
You can ask a million people how to win
But they aint you got to come with yo own concepts
I was 30 thousand feet up looking at the fuck shit
Like that shit just so small to me
Hard for a giant to get upset when cash is you see
Even when it wasn't there we manifested by any degree nigga
Print talk
Made into music
You that nigga with that heat huh
Feeling like I'm Juvie
Play me buss it out yo speak huh
Then come let me prove it
Im the greatest at its climbing point my altitude protruding
Flyer than your average
Your nigga with Issa Rae he insecure
Why he don't need a bad bitch
I just let her have it
Only point Im trying to prove is I'm beat it like a savage
And I don't have a phone so I'll contact you when I can bae
Killing hype
Popping shit without a mic
1000 miles an running for that paper why im out of sight
Brand new exotic bomb
New Raw wick look like dynamite
Yea the scale right
Its 112 right
QP WorldeWide
Bookbag cash stuffed
Out for new hunnids
Cowboy still tucked
With the big pole on me
Never tell the horses hold homie
Got a carriage full for the homies
I brought the load all by my lonely
Smoking cause it make my soul feeling unlonely
When I was in the dark I wish I had a gps but life don't come with that
You can ask a million people how to win but they aint you got to come with yo own concepts