Q.U. Cartilage

[Verse 1] Danny’s house of pizza fuels my rhymes Coliseum niggas popping tools for shines This for left rack, where niggas post up by king Rogers Southside niggas, up top it’s been fathers Queens New York, no talk, let the TEC blow Shoutout to my people probably posted up on metro Made a quarter mil, a rich man held on the low A lot of niggas never knew that I was making it snow, uh Corolla to Woodside, we hood tied System on, down Rockaway, pushing a good ride Playing old 50 shit, ghetto Quran In the desert moving deadly cause the metal is on It’s still iced down medallions Flush em fam, fucking with ten on Rikers Island Take a trip to Sunnyside, make the money rise Queens niggas sticking dicks up in your honey’s thighs [Hook (Scratches)][x2] There’s no escape from the mayhem I’m living now, tryna make it to the AM [?] motion, XXL, the [?] four fifth I keep a black Smith and Wesson in my polo jacket [Verse 2] Summertime, play in the strip, maybe [?] Jackson heights, break down and redesign yay My mind, stray thoughts, confused by Queens’ corners In the hand, fucking with grams, with Ds on us Keep it low key, rock a low tee, rep officially Left this boulevard, peace god, I pull your card Perfection’s infinity, rep like it was telling me Get baptized by Hennessey, then catch flights to Kennedy Police harass you, tell you freeze like a statue A deadly hassle, I’m over by the veggie castle Some wheat grass, lemon splashed with a dash of ginger Hoodie on poof then I’m gone just like a ninja In the fog or the mist, keep my timepiece swiss Bag a dime piece swift, real niggas shine like this Blasting Billy Holliday out the beige coupe Came a long way from the days when we was strange fruit [Hook][x2]