Katiera - Queen Street Memories Lyrics

And if i held a band it was going right back to the plug
And i was going right back to the plug
Hustling my ass through the mud (yuh)

Hardly ever leave the neighorhood
Unless i had to go downtown to them neighborhoods
That i worked in
Qne day thats gon' be my neighborhood, still! (still)
Put it on my name i put it on my hood (PARKDALE)

Queen street memories forever been instilled
Store 3three blocks uphill, no metrocard so
Now i gotta steal
Paint cans shaking in my backpack
Why?
I could never sit still
I got this artistic vision
But same time, I ain't got nobody to listen
Same time, I'm living in the city of wishes
Collective's full of paints and I'm full
These hits bitch

Walk to the house of balloons
When i was feeling the blues
And think about the things i wanna do too
But i aint got no money now to even get in the booth
I know that if i did that i was gon' be someone too

And if i held a band, it was going right back to the plug
And i was going right back to the plug
Hustling my ass through the mud
But i could never ever seem to come up
If i held a band, it was going right back to the plug
And i was going right back to the plug
Hustling my ass through the mud
But i could never ever seem to come up

Fake Louis bags, fake Louis tags, on the floor of the building
With the piss in the cracks of the stairs
From the crack heads
Come here, buying they bags
103 and 105 was always known for that
And i race to Seventeen Seventeen
Get a rack bounce back
Go to Dawes in the cab
Ex like, "i hope you come back"
She was always tripping
Why i cut that
Put my ass in a prison before i don't come back

But bitch I'm finna come back
I'm finna come back (all the time like dat)
And if i held a band it was going right back to the plug
And i was going right back to the plug
Hustling my ass through the mud

Queen street memories forever
Thinking back on all the foggy weather
Surprised my memories this clear
I always told everybody
WIN and we won't stop
Now it's just MADKAT
I'm finna be on top
They blowing kisses to
A real bitch
Visions chilling in my crib
I am very malicious
I intend to get it how I live
These hoes is some pigeons
Why they always flying crib to crib
Bitches snitching to my baby daddy
F*ck you doing bitch?
I'm killing em', ouu, I'm killing em'
Murder, serious
Villain (yuh)
Hitting these hoes 'till
They delirious
James Bond, on my James Bond
Ouuu I'm furious
That's why
All these bitches they be scared of us
Like terrorists
Mothaf*cka's (they be comparing us)