QueenCity, let's go
Okay then
They used to doubt me
I don't know why
I don't even know why
Okay
I like that
Check out the cuban alone, nigga, that was just 20 racks for the cuban
Let's go, let's go
Let's go
Black smoke entertainment
Oh, oh, oh
Peep at the way that I move
I'm not a regular artist
Trap out the bag, working with trench money
Put the Glock on his mind, he tried to figure me out
Why do I feel so alone when people around
I put my soul in the music
People I trusted, I can't give a f*ck
The people I thought they was with me, they go against me
Tired, they can't see the pain
I'm in the booth, I'm rapping
This shit be my therapy
If I tell you I see it, I saw it
Envy and jealousy, promise to God no cropping me out
Baby, I'm too blessed
But I act like I'm not
Nigga, it's a whole lot of people, they see me
Nigga, I think I'm paranoid
Trust in nobody, they like to switch
If you say that you got me, then prove that you got me
Tired of doing for people that can't do the same
They try to play like I ain't make me a name
Nigga, I'm straight at the bottom
Whole lot of mixing designer
You gotta pay me them blues, my voice is expensive
Tripping, I know some people that's mad
Nigga, that's crazy
Everything was just early when I tried to tell them
Blow out his mind cause he thought about crossing me
I'm only trusting myself, this shit intuition
Double cup, I got lean on the breath
What you think I've been sipping
I get em gone, you think that I'm sinning
I get em whacked while I'm doing a show
South Carolina
I was thugging with Murder Cro
Play if you want, you heard I'm the chosen one
Really, I came from the bottom, I ain't have a dime
When you should be proud of me
I can't f*ck with the bitch cause she got on my nerves
No need to promise, I promise it's too late
Double R, I've been swerving, I need me a bitch like Mercedes
I'm not a regular artist
Trap out the bag, working with trench money
Put the Glock on his mind, he tryed to figure me out
Why do I feel so alone when people around
I put my soul in the music
People I trusted, I can't give a f*ck
The people I thought they was with me, they go against me
Tired, they can't see the pain
I'm in the booth, I'm rapping
This shit be my therapy
If I tell you I see it, I saw it
Envy and jealousy, promise to God, no cropping me out
Baby, I'm too blessed
But I act like I'm not nigga it's a whole lot of
People, they see me
I think I'm paranoid
And I had to pass, niggas
Okay, let's go
Nigga, now they wish to be me
QCC - Not Regular Lyrics
QCC - Not Regular Lyrics
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QueenCity, let's go
Okay then
They used to doubt me
I don't know why
I don't even know why
Okay
I like that
Check out the cuban alone, nigga, that was just 20 racks for the cuban
Let's go, let's go
Let's go
Black smoke entertainment
Oh, oh, oh
Peep at the way that I move
I'm not a regular artist
Trap out the bag, working with trench money
Put the Glock on his mind, he tried to figure me out
Why do I feel so alone when people around
I put my soul in the music
People I trusted, I can't give a f*ck
The people I thought they was with me, they go against me
Tired, they can't see the pain
I'm in the booth, I'm rapping
This shit be my therapy
If I tell you I see it, I saw it
Envy and jealousy, promise to God no cropping me out
Baby, I'm too blessed
But I act like I'm not
Nigga, it's a whole lot of people, they see me
Nigga, I think I'm paranoid
Trust in nobody, they like to switch
If you say that you got me, then prove that you got me
Tired of doing for people that can't do the same
They try to play like I ain't make me a name
Nigga, I'm straight at the bottom
Whole lot of mixing designer
You gotta pay me them blues, my voice is expensive
Tripping, I know some people that's mad
Nigga, that's crazy
Everything was just early when I tried to tell them
Blow out his mind cause he thought about crossing me
I'm only trusting myself, this shit intuition
Double cup, I got lean on the breath
What you think I've been sipping
I get em gone, you think that I'm sinning
I get em whacked while I'm doing a show
South Carolina
I was thugging with Murder Cro
Play if you want, you heard I'm the chosen one
Really, I came from the bottom, I ain't have a dime
When you should be proud of me
I can't f*ck with the bitch cause she got on my nerves
No need to promise, I promise it's too late
Double R, I've been swerving, I need me a bitch like Mercedes
I'm not a regular artist
Trap out the bag, working with trench money
Put the Glock on his mind, he tryed to figure me out
Why do I feel so alone when people around
I put my soul in the music
People I trusted, I can't give a f*ck
The people I thought they was with me, they go against me
Tired, they can't see the pain
I'm in the booth, I'm rapping
This shit be my therapy
If I tell you I see it, I saw it
Envy and jealousy, promise to God, no cropping me out
Baby, I'm too blessed
But I act like I'm not nigga it's a whole lot of
People, they see me
I think I'm paranoid
And I had to pass, niggas
Okay, let's go
Nigga, now they wish to be me
Okay then
They used to doubt me
I don't know why
I don't even know why
Okay
I like that
Check out the cuban alone, nigga, that was just 20 racks for the cuban
Let's go, let's go
Let's go
Black smoke entertainment
Oh, oh, oh
Peep at the way that I move
I'm not a regular artist
Trap out the bag, working with trench money
Put the Glock on his mind, he tried to figure me out
Why do I feel so alone when people around
I put my soul in the music
People I trusted, I can't give a f*ck
The people I thought they was with me, they go against me
Tired, they can't see the pain
I'm in the booth, I'm rapping
This shit be my therapy
If I tell you I see it, I saw it
Envy and jealousy, promise to God no cropping me out
Baby, I'm too blessed
But I act like I'm not
Nigga, it's a whole lot of people, they see me
Nigga, I think I'm paranoid
Trust in nobody, they like to switch
If you say that you got me, then prove that you got me
Tired of doing for people that can't do the same
They try to play like I ain't make me a name
Nigga, I'm straight at the bottom
Whole lot of mixing designer
You gotta pay me them blues, my voice is expensive
Tripping, I know some people that's mad
Nigga, that's crazy
Everything was just early when I tried to tell them
Blow out his mind cause he thought about crossing me
I'm only trusting myself, this shit intuition
Double cup, I got lean on the breath
What you think I've been sipping
I get em gone, you think that I'm sinning
I get em whacked while I'm doing a show
South Carolina
I was thugging with Murder Cro
Play if you want, you heard I'm the chosen one
Really, I came from the bottom, I ain't have a dime
When you should be proud of me
I can't f*ck with the bitch cause she got on my nerves
No need to promise, I promise it's too late
Double R, I've been swerving, I need me a bitch like Mercedes
I'm not a regular artist
Trap out the bag, working with trench money
Put the Glock on his mind, he tryed to figure me out
Why do I feel so alone when people around
I put my soul in the music
People I trusted, I can't give a f*ck
The people I thought they was with me, they go against me
Tired, they can't see the pain
I'm in the booth, I'm rapping
This shit be my therapy
If I tell you I see it, I saw it
Envy and jealousy, promise to God, no cropping me out
Baby, I'm too blessed
But I act like I'm not nigga it's a whole lot of
People, they see me
I think I'm paranoid
And I had to pass, niggas
Okay, let's go
Nigga, now they wish to be me
Writer: Caleb Carter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid