The Gift & The Curse Lyrics

(Quan on da track)

Ain't nobody I'm this bitch fuckin with me

And make them bitches leave y'all & make em run to me

Don't trust nobody

Reason why I got my gun, nigga

And if you heard that "click clack"

You better run, nigga

Yes I'm back

Yeah I'm back, speaking all facts

Every time I hear y'all lil songs, they be all cap

They want that old quan back

Nah, they can't have that

Here go that boy noggin ima blast that

I remember being bad as hell up in that class

I don't do no other subjects l, all I got is math

I can't see you niggas like I gotta cataract

Dissin me, then you'll be riding in that Cadillac

I don't even freestyle, but ima do this doe

Still in this damn house, don't even need ah studio

He wanna ride with Quan, but he actin like a groupie doe

Got a hunnid scenes, hunnid clips to shoot a movie doe

Got extended mags up in this Glock so I can shoot it (Aye)

Pussy boy act like he want war, but he won't do it (Aye)

I dropped "Just Wait"

Keko dropped "B.B.E. 23"

I'm the type of nigga just finesse you for some 20 P's

But ima Gemini, man y'all don't want another side of me

I been doing this for to long, man I gotta sleep

Everything is cool, but I still be rapping on my beats

Sneak dissin on IG, bitch you gone D.I.E.

(Woo) Man I knew — was ah rat

He did that, 'cause he want his moncler

Y'all can't hate me of y'all want, but y'all don't wanna hear that

I'm talking to you like you niggas deaf

Where yo ears at? (ears at, ears at)

That one boy want his ones back

He tryna kill his self 'cause he can't get his gun back

Y'all can't walk no mile on my shoes I got my ones back

Lost too many metaphors, these lines I gotta punch back

Them 7.62 bullets knock off yo SnapBack

I cannot believe that boy told, he ah rat rat

Dying with yo Glock, but you claiming that you blast that

Last time, I saw yo location up at Snapchat

Ain't no Hollywood, you know this Draco gotta act

Don't tryna diss the quan, them 517 shots hit his back

Let me know if you wanna smoke, but I can't pass that

Boy, why you keep looking at my chain man, you ain't gettin that

I was goin too much damn trauma, where yo ass at?

You dead tryna slide for yo mans, you can't get back

I be up 24/7, fuck the cap naps

Heard that you be crying all week, where yo bitch at?

By the way, I just customized ah SIGMAG

When I see yo ass, then ima pop you like ah tic-tac

And I got the tools up in this Glock, but I can't fix that

Plus I got this opportunity, but I can't miss that

Shot, brain dead, tryna diss me with yo bitchass

Hollow tips hit em five times, can't get his get back

I got my Draco's & AR's, yeah they mix matched

Call my TEC-9 slick back, but don't get pimp slapped

(But don't get pimp slapped, but don't get pimp slapped)

I'm back up in this bitch again, like I ain't never left

If you wanna diss the quan, them bullets got him stretched

R.I.P. to Takeoff, I gotta buy ah jet

Always acting like ah rookie, but ima gahdamn vet

(Aye quan, man I think yo time is done, my guy)

I ain't done yet, you know I got that comeback

Smoking to much damn loud, I gotta get my lungs back

I treat yo block just like football, I gotta run that

You know I been rappin & trappin, where my cuz at?

Middle fingers to the judge l, I need my cousin back

And I know they miss me, they want that quan back

I go acapella in this bitch, where the sounds at?

(Quan on da Track)