QU Amazen Most - Another Ring (feat. Maury Haze) Lyrics

For my nigga's who ride big trucks
And them dime ass bitches
That don't forget us
When we run out of money
We doing stick ups
Drop off and then we pick up
What
This is from a king
To another king
Time to show em how to do some other things
I just wanna rap
But the gun will sing
Like number 35
I need another ring

I know about the streets yo
Maury be safe
Stay low key
And put more in ya safe
Watch who around when things falling in place
And all them little ratchets
That be all in ya face
I mean
That light could blind you
And nigga's might could find you
Pop shots all at ya top
That'll remind you
You only super as the man is
Meet two bitches with cheese
And make a sandwich
Street art
The hoods a canvas
Take trips
Stay off the strip
And learn Spanish
And understand moneys an advantage
As soon as you get it
That same money can vanish
Now your back to square one
From a clear run
Tryna find a bullet for a rare gun
If you got a vest you better wear one
These nigga's out here strap like a bear hunt
I made twenty thousand I was nineteen
In New York City housing with the right team
I ain't tryna sell you on no pipe dream
Before you hear the thunder tho
You always see the lightning
Hope you keeping that same energy
Cause when I speak bout Privy
It ain't Hennessy
I swear to god they'll remember me
Cause Ima make it hard for my enemies

For my nigga's who ride big trucks
And them dime ass bitches
That don't forget us
When we run out of money
We doing stick ups
Drop off and then we pick up
This is from a king
To another king
Time to show them how to do some other things
I just wanna rap
But the gun will sing
Like number 23
Need another ring

I hear you QU
But it ain't safe out here
Nigga's be rats
They move like snakes out here
Gotta gear up
Cause nigga's stop ya brakes out here
Gotta move in silence
Cause nigga's move like jakes out here
Sister had a baby
Mommy had it hard
I used to move the work
And tell mommy I had a job
Easter Day Sundays
Mommy praying to god
A king to a king
Like LeBron guarding LeBron
The gospel talking so spiritual
At 15 man
I stole my first vehicle
When I was 19
I wish I had that 20 thou
I was with my gun boys
Nigga's was just running wild
Gotta do you and don't think for the others
I feel like Kanye when he wrote big brother
My pops did ten
I had to talk to my mother
I played sleep in the crib
While I was shaving that butter
Battle on a beat
Let's do a two on two
You got some advice for me
Well I got some for you
Like
Watch the haters get the fame off you
Them niggas will try to kill you
To get a name off you
A name of Maury or a name off Q
Bitches tell lies but they want the truth
I swear to god they'll remember me
Cause Ima make it hard for my enemies

For my niggas who ride big trucks
And them dime ass bitches
That won't forget us
When we run out of money
We doing stick ups
Drop off and them we pick up
This from a king to another king
Time to show them how to do some other things
I just wanna rap
But the gun will sing
Like number 35
I need another ring