QUESE - Whole Thang Lyrics

Told these niggas
That I'm treating this rap shit like a motherfucking rob job
Put everything in the motherfucking bag
Ya dig
Quese

I told em that I want the whole thang
Want the money, the respect
I need the whole thang
Don't run up on me nigga
Trust I'm shooting close range (Back up Back up)
Produce and rap I'm taking both lanes
Yeah I'm in both lanes

I said I put this on my Grandma
Man this shit is in my blood
Jumping in the new wave
Nigga imma bout to flood and Yeah I keep it wordy
Gotta make sure that they heard me
But I keep the flow dirty cause I got it out the mud
Straight out my momma house don't gotta record or label
Did most of this shit by my lonely so if you ever helped I gotta repay you
Come from a hood full of barbers
A bunch of niggas that'll cut you and spray you
And a family of hustlers, if you don't pay em they worth them niggas'll slay you
So I don't take portions
I need the

Whole thang
Want the money, the respect
I need the whole thang
Don't run up on me nigga
Trust I'm shooting close range (Back up Back up)
Produce and rap I'm taking both lanes
Yeah I'm in both lanes
I said I want it
I get it
I'm on it
I'm wit it
I sought it
I did it
I thought it
I spit it
If I bought it
I give it
If I taught it
I live it
I want it
I get it
Yeah
Uh
Yeah

Tryna get to a bag
Money ain't the root of happiness but it's apart of it
So ain't no time to be sad
Or sitting and sulking in sorrow
Cuz ain't no guaranteed tomorrows
So make this shit last
Steady contemplating how
Imma get to it fast
But putting in the work
And building from the dirt
Might be the only way imma get to the grass seeds
And spread em round all the brown towns
So all of my niggas could eat
Hood pollination
In combination
With indoctrination is the way we defeat the Powers that be
And without selling my soul
I'll be able to do what I can
That's why I cut deep when I spit
Tongue's a sword
Every beat a sacrificial lamb Uh

Cuz I'm on my grind
And I'm on my dime
Wasn't given a spot
So I gotta take mine
Money on my mind
Get it for my kind
They don't help us a lot
So we gotta make crime
Work Ethic on Thou
Combine it with Style
Man I feel like Bean
When I'm on the baseline
Music the dream
And it's in my genes (Jeans)
Rap a drug, imma feen
So I don't waste lines
I, treat every verse like a Horcrux
Fuck being simple
You know where that gets you
Just keep it real and you'll get more bucks
Can't drive on the road to success if you filling your whip up with fake shit
Clearing the lane for your makeshift
Now you in pain
That's why I take pride in being the realest nigga in the game
So tell em that I need the