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Quail Glock
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Lyrics
The hate is real, **** hate on my name, hate on my game
Does religion be the realest shit that's fuckin' up the game
You want fame, ****
Fuck it with me, ain't nothin' new
I boxed your ass up real good, had your pictures on Fox too
I'm the truth, ****
I done been lied on, fucked over, cried on, stepped over
They question if I'm a soldier
After the bang-outs, the robberies, all the shit I couldn't speak on
But the murders that y'all claimin' ain't really yours
I put that heat on what you **** on
This whole shit, Quail gon' blow the 4th, 5th
Ask my opps, ****, in any bang-out, I dump the whole clip
**** snitched on me, I took them eight years to the chin
Attempted murder, trolleys dropped
When **** thought I couldn't win
They conundrin' in a life of sin
I sinned and sinned again
Swell a gangster, love the smell of gun smoke in the wind
I got two daughters, ****
Keep the hatin' shit away from me
If there's any problems, ****
I'ma leave a **** deceased
The hate is real, **** hate on my name
Hate on my gang, the city know my ****'s scope
On the side, it's all flames
Bang, bang, Deuce Gang
In the trenches, we step, which the hate is real
In the field, Quail still a livin' legend
Hate is real, ****
Hate on my name, hate on my gang
The city know my ****'s scope
On the side, it's all flames
Bang, bang, Deuce Gang
In the trenches, we step, which the hate is real
In the field, Quail still a livin' legend
**** I loved and turned on me
Who the fuck can I trust
A life of pressure in these streets
Gotta make a **** bust
Fuck these ****, all these **** swear I fuckin' disgust
Bitches too, I don't know if they in love or it's lust
I'ma die, ****
Sacrifices after sacrifices
Million murders and thuggin
This street, ****, favorite vices
I was born in it
Y'all **** was sworn in it
Fuck around and get your whole fuckin' clique tormented
All through life, I was cold, fell in love with the ice
Thuggin' through winters in the streets
Left my soul on ice
Look at my face and see a snowstorm
All in my eyes
Keep Jews all on my body
How long will it take to rise
Feel my reign as a real ****
Sit on the throne
I'm one of one, none to come
****, you can never count
I fell alone
On precious stones
Gun Jews hide the pain
Guns and Jews drape my body
Can you still see the pain
The hate is real
**** hate on my name
Hate on my game
This city know my **** scope
On this side, it's all flames
Bang, bang
Deuce gang in the trenches
We stabbin
The hate is real
In the field, Quail still a livin' legend
Hate is real, ****
Hate on my name
Hate on my game
This city know my **** scope
On this side, it's all flames
Bang, bang
Deuce gang in the trenches
We stabbin
The hate is real
In the field, Quail still a livin' legend
Written by: Quail Glock
