Intro [TheJonesMob]
This is Free Quincy coming to you illegally
I'm a product of the Steveston streets, from CRC
[Verse 1] [TheJonesMob]
I was walking down the street one day, 10 AM straight beamed on K
Some kid said "yo, you look like Kim Jung-Il" I said "if that means I'm ill then you are Kim Jung-Gay"
He said "you're all talk so bring it on, eh?" I said how you gonna fight me when that bling is on mate?
And then he tripped on his necklace for being a s**ist, a gangsta from Queens I felt like King all day
He was a star trek fan, dog he was Klingon gay, I start a fist fight with Satan, dog I bring on hate
I tell a cancer patient put that wig on straight, I say who's the best rapper all the kids say drake
I laugh and pretend that I agree with them, straight / up though I don't know if I believe in a ba**
Line to mask words, when words are just nonsense, and people seem to listen when the beat's being great
I segue from being stupid it's a simple escape, I'll watch Chitty Chitty bang and have a sing along baked
I claim her hips, I claim this sh** hole, dog every body knows I'm the king of the waste
Double entendre, let's let the song play, it's all good, come up in the club like Ron J
Don't take it the wrong way, I think that you're a blonde babe, I'll use my fake ID and boot you some palm bays
Or Bombay girl if you're feeling rowdy now, I brought some beers home mom already found me out!
She says I'm not allowed, but I asked the kids at school, they didn't answer, they just handed pot around
I said this is a bad drug ain't it kids? they said I thought you wanted to be famous, sh**
If you don't smoke weed you won't succeed Matt, I was like f** I've been smoking ganja daily since
CHORUS
Yeah x3 [Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre Voice Samples]
[Verse 2] [TheJonesMob]
Life's a thriller, 'specialy when you're a psycho k**er, knives and pills inside my mind while I try to thrill her
She says I'm gross though, I got angry and I shot her in the car made the ho give me road domes
Just a joke I am normal I'm not loco, I'll be taking lives til the day I go broke
Jokes I am broke, remember kids don't smoke, smoking k**s you physically, k**ing others don't though
I'll keep rapping 711 street scrapping, everyone angry I'm chilling at the beef laughing
Teenagers think they're hard? you've never seen a dead man in your life, dog, Syrup is what we packing
- Celsius, February 28th, 12 at night, everyone out just yelling sh**
They wanna party but a house ain't available, so they drink in the streets, LG's be elegant
One of them's an elephant the other one's a cake face, I bought a pack of cold shots, just downed 8 straight
Hey break, wait up I'm way baked so many f*gs around it's hard to stay straight
7:15 on a Monday night, lets all go out and get drunk as hell
Damn dude I got a hangover, first world problems I got d** to sell
I got raps to write, I got games to play, I got food to eat, I got food to eat?
I am super G, you are foolish, B, Andre or Otis dog who is me?
I don't think y'all appreciate all of my lyrics, but yet y'all all balling to hear it
I got food to eat, I got food to eat? I rap well but it's all in appearance
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[Verse 3] [TheJonesMob]
32 bars done, 16 to come, Flowers ain't got sh** on this track, I am from a f**ing planet
Made of fantasy and magic - life is average but imagination happened and I haven't felt a tragic
Thought since, I see plastic, I'm organic, plasic's fake so I am damaged by the fact that this new world has planned it's
Destruction of itself while I stand staring at cities we call beauties but the pretty is in nature this is sh**ty
I am ranting I am raving I am crazy I am naked I'm insane but I am able to make you listen still
Cuz I am frickin' ill I'm spitting sk** It's spick and clean by dick's between her legs and I still a buncha million dollar bills
I am french montana, I'm f**ing terrible. I'm chief keef, soulja boy is my errand girl
Im meek mill i can't pronounce my own name , rocking an hip hop accent and a gold chain
I'm drake, and my content is no more, so all I'm gonna talk about is more who*es
More money, more who*es, more money, more who*es, more um, um, what? I am so bored
I am Lil Wayne i got cool wordplay, but i think i'll just follow drizzy's lead til i turn gay
I'm Chris Brown with a big frown, I'm Big Sean, too, check how I swerve mate
It's just us eight chilling drinking in the park, and it's 187 time sh** is getting dark
I'm feeling like a cannibal I'm morphing to an animal it's actual I'm rapping but the beat is in my heart
Me and seven friends, it's 1 AM, and/ I think it's coming time for some 187
Just us 8, And I'm cannibal too, get it kids? Because One Ate Seven