Look
Brrr
Yea
I never had no bitch to tell me I was wrong
Holding up two duffel bags on my arms
Can't you see the saturation in the industry man
You know I be moving on farther than ever
My father never said I couldn't recover from the shit I never recovered
You'll be wasting your time on that shit you be made for the greater things in life
Comparing my stature to the statue
A hunnid miles I'll be driving past you
I'm boutta break her open I'mma nut like cashew
You gone be falling apart but it's me you're attached to
I never f*ck with your bitch then I cut off
I never f*ck with a bitch told her f*ck off
G-Star on my shirt, but you know it got cut off
An eviction notice on my desk never shut off
Imma head out the door bitch you know I'm a runoff
I seem to be about one off
I'm always keepin my cross on, no croissant
Stop asking no questions
Gon be exploring, feel like Quest Jones
Now f*ck it, I'm gone
You gon be a trendsetter
F*cked in a water bed, I get her hands wetter
I gon be a go-getter
Bitch get up
Push her down to the ground but you never gon get up
You never treated me right it's a setup
Man enough of the antics I'm boutta get fed up
Never lookin down, maybe keepin your head up
I hope you didn't miss placed it
Cross the street, but we adjacent
Never had a private plane then
Nah I be losing my patience
Can we just, uh rearrange it
Never cooked up in the basement
Look
It's dark and it's vacant
I never f*ck with your bitch then I cut off
I never f*ck with a bitch told her f*ck off
G-Star on my shirt, but you know it got cut off
An eviction notice on my desk never shut off
I'm a head out the door bitch you know I'm a runoff
I seem to be about one off
I'm always keepin my cross on, no croissant
Stop asking no questions
Gon be exploring, feel like Quest Jones
Now f*ck it, I'm gone
You're gone be a trendsetter
F*ck in a water bed, I get her hands wetter
I gon be a go-getter
Bitch get up
Push her down to the ground but you never gon get up
You never treated me right it's a setup
Man enough of the antics I'm boutta get fed up
Never lookin down, baby keepin your head up
The Real Nuke - Quest Jones Lyrics
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Look
Brrr
Yea
I never had no bitch to tell me I was wrong
Holding up two duffel bags on my arms
Can't you see the saturation in the industry man
You know I be moving on farther than ever
My father never said I couldn't recover from the shit I never recovered
You'll be wasting your time on that shit you be made for the greater things in life
Comparing my stature to the statue
A hunnid miles I'll be driving past you
I'm boutta break her open I'mma nut like cashew
You gone be falling apart but it's me you're attached to
I never f*ck with your bitch then I cut off
I never f*ck with a bitch told her f*ck off
G-Star on my shirt, but you know it got cut off
An eviction notice on my desk never shut off
Imma head out the door bitch you know I'm a runoff
I seem to be about one off
I'm always keepin my cross on, no croissant
Stop asking no questions
Gon be exploring, feel like Quest Jones
Now f*ck it, I'm gone
You gon be a trendsetter
F*cked in a water bed, I get her hands wetter
I gon be a go-getter
Bitch get up
Push her down to the ground but you never gon get up
You never treated me right it's a setup
Man enough of the antics I'm boutta get fed up
Never lookin down, maybe keepin your head up
I hope you didn't miss placed it
Cross the street, but we adjacent
Never had a private plane then
Nah I be losing my patience
Can we just, uh rearrange it
Never cooked up in the basement
Look
It's dark and it's vacant
I never f*ck with your bitch then I cut off
I never f*ck with a bitch told her f*ck off
G-Star on my shirt, but you know it got cut off
An eviction notice on my desk never shut off
I'm a head out the door bitch you know I'm a runoff
I seem to be about one off
I'm always keepin my cross on, no croissant
Stop asking no questions
Gon be exploring, feel like Quest Jones
Now f*ck it, I'm gone
You're gone be a trendsetter
F*ck in a water bed, I get her hands wetter
I gon be a go-getter
Bitch get up
Push her down to the ground but you never gon get up
You never treated me right it's a setup
Man enough of the antics I'm boutta get fed up
Never lookin down, baby keepin your head up
Brrr
Yea
I never had no bitch to tell me I was wrong
Holding up two duffel bags on my arms
Can't you see the saturation in the industry man
You know I be moving on farther than ever
My father never said I couldn't recover from the shit I never recovered
You'll be wasting your time on that shit you be made for the greater things in life
Comparing my stature to the statue
A hunnid miles I'll be driving past you
I'm boutta break her open I'mma nut like cashew
You gone be falling apart but it's me you're attached to
I never f*ck with your bitch then I cut off
I never f*ck with a bitch told her f*ck off
G-Star on my shirt, but you know it got cut off
An eviction notice on my desk never shut off
Imma head out the door bitch you know I'm a runoff
I seem to be about one off
I'm always keepin my cross on, no croissant
Stop asking no questions
Gon be exploring, feel like Quest Jones
Now f*ck it, I'm gone
You gon be a trendsetter
F*cked in a water bed, I get her hands wetter
I gon be a go-getter
Bitch get up
Push her down to the ground but you never gon get up
You never treated me right it's a setup
Man enough of the antics I'm boutta get fed up
Never lookin down, maybe keepin your head up
I hope you didn't miss placed it
Cross the street, but we adjacent
Never had a private plane then
Nah I be losing my patience
Can we just, uh rearrange it
Never cooked up in the basement
Look
It's dark and it's vacant
I never f*ck with your bitch then I cut off
I never f*ck with a bitch told her f*ck off
G-Star on my shirt, but you know it got cut off
An eviction notice on my desk never shut off
I'm a head out the door bitch you know I'm a runoff
I seem to be about one off
I'm always keepin my cross on, no croissant
Stop asking no questions
Gon be exploring, feel like Quest Jones
Now f*ck it, I'm gone
You're gone be a trendsetter
F*ck in a water bed, I get her hands wetter
I gon be a go-getter
Bitch get up
Push her down to the ground but you never gon get up
You never treated me right it's a setup
Man enough of the antics I'm boutta get fed up
Never lookin down, baby keepin your head up
Writer: Justin Ruiz
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