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Woof, woof
Quan on the track
It's Quan, nigga, dawg, ha
I was gone for a minute, but I'm back now
I was down on my knuckles, but I'm tryna get that cash now
Speaking on my name, but I won't back down
I ain't talking fiction, I'm speaking nothing but facts now
Yeah, they used to talk down on me, I'm a class clown
Until they see me with the racks, yeah, they really fanned out
Run them down with that fah, fah, he got pat down
Now that nigga dead, now his homie wanna crash out
I ain't talking notes, but we gon' pass em out
I like my bitch super thick, I love the way she shake that ass now
Yeah, I was a student, y'all ain't talking in my class now
Yeah, I'm in the crib right now, like, what the f*ck I'm finna rap about
Life, yeah, I'm tryna get it right
Lil' bitch talk about I'm mean, but she know I'm acting nice
Money, you can't get it all the time
If you wanna sign a deal, then you have to sacrifice
Gang, I ain't never switching up on them
If you talk about the family, know I had to up on you
Haters, I'm outside like what you wanna do
We can fight or we can shoot, you can win or you can lose
If you ain't tripping bout this life, you need to tie your shoes
If you got money and guns, well, shit, I got them too
Simplifying all you rap niggas into decimals, y'all negative
You don't want no beef, boy, I'm telling you
If you wanna cross me, man, I swear to God, I'm killing you
Need to wear that damn vest, talk about you drilling, who
If I ever wanna sign a deal, I need a mill or two
Cause I stay independent, I ain't working with them damn fools
Man, y'all niggas scaring me, yeah, I need to wear that clown suit
I ain't Ye, but I got the Drake, it will bound 2
My bitch will beat you up, she ain't worried bout no round two
If she let me f*ck, shit, I might do more than round two
I made this beat too, they like, Quan, it's your'e color blind?
Bitch, I see blue, you know I'ma snatch that boy chain
Like it's free food, give it to the bros
Yeah, you know how we do
Now you higher than a kite, you know how that weed do
Yo, nigga, cheap as hell, baby, I ain't talking bout no temu
I'm trying to live my life, yeah, I put that on Jesus
You thinking that you hungry, man, this draco will feed you
I was gone for a minute, but I'm back now
I was down on my knuckles, but I'm trying to get that cash now
Speaking on my name, but I won't back down
I ain't talking fiction, I'm speaking nothing but facts now
Yeah, they used to talk down on me, I'm a class clown
Until they see me with the racks, yeah, they really fanned out
Run em down with that Fah fah, he got pat down
Now that nigga dead, now his homie wanna crash out
This that real nigga status, treat it like it's blue magic
Man, he dead, old and dusty, he might need a new casket
I've been growing all my life, I'm a young, lucky bastard
Speak on me, your block, it's a ghost town
Like it's casper, shot your whole damn body
Split it up like it's a fraction
517, it's the city code, where it get active
Max Payne, two Glocks, no CB, now he dancing
It's been eight months, and I still need my answer
Young nigga, cold hearted, with a Glock
Making music since a baby, man, I put that on my mom
I've been through a lot, still hit it, still in it like my pops
Middle finger to the law, they wanna put me in the box
I was gone for a while, but I'm back now
Since I let the L, everybody turn to rats now
My intuition is to get paid, ain't no sitting down
Like you off the lean, this AK will hurt your kidneys now, pussy
I was gone for a minute, but I'm back now
I was down on my knuckles, but I'm trying to get that cash now
Speaking on my name, but I won't back down
I ain't talking fiction, I'm speaking nothing but facts now
Yeah, they used to talk down on me, I'm a class clown
Until they see me with the racks, yeah, they really fanned out
Run em down with that Fah fah, he got pat down
Now that nigga dead, now his homie wanna crash out
QuanDogg - Real Nigga Status Lyrics
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Big Bands Entertainment
Woof, woof
Quan on the track
It's Quan, nigga, dawg, ha
I was gone for a minute, but I'm back now
I was down on my knuckles, but I'm tryna get that cash now
Speaking on my name, but I won't back down
I ain't talking fiction, I'm speaking nothing but facts now
Yeah, they used to talk down on me, I'm a class clown
Until they see me with the racks, yeah, they really fanned out
Run them down with that fah, fah, he got pat down
Now that nigga dead, now his homie wanna crash out
I ain't talking notes, but we gon' pass em out
I like my bitch super thick, I love the way she shake that ass now
Yeah, I was a student, y'all ain't talking in my class now
Yeah, I'm in the crib right now, like, what the f*ck I'm finna rap about
Life, yeah, I'm tryna get it right
Lil' bitch talk about I'm mean, but she know I'm acting nice
Money, you can't get it all the time
If you wanna sign a deal, then you have to sacrifice
Gang, I ain't never switching up on them
If you talk about the family, know I had to up on you
Haters, I'm outside like what you wanna do
We can fight or we can shoot, you can win or you can lose
If you ain't tripping bout this life, you need to tie your shoes
If you got money and guns, well, shit, I got them too
Simplifying all you rap niggas into decimals, y'all negative
You don't want no beef, boy, I'm telling you
If you wanna cross me, man, I swear to God, I'm killing you
Need to wear that damn vest, talk about you drilling, who
If I ever wanna sign a deal, I need a mill or two
Cause I stay independent, I ain't working with them damn fools
Man, y'all niggas scaring me, yeah, I need to wear that clown suit
I ain't Ye, but I got the Drake, it will bound 2
My bitch will beat you up, she ain't worried bout no round two
If she let me f*ck, shit, I might do more than round two
I made this beat too, they like, Quan, it's your'e color blind?
Bitch, I see blue, you know I'ma snatch that boy chain
Like it's free food, give it to the bros
Yeah, you know how we do
Now you higher than a kite, you know how that weed do
Yo, nigga, cheap as hell, baby, I ain't talking bout no temu
I'm trying to live my life, yeah, I put that on Jesus
You thinking that you hungry, man, this draco will feed you
I was gone for a minute, but I'm back now
I was down on my knuckles, but I'm trying to get that cash now
Speaking on my name, but I won't back down
I ain't talking fiction, I'm speaking nothing but facts now
Yeah, they used to talk down on me, I'm a class clown
Until they see me with the racks, yeah, they really fanned out
Run em down with that Fah fah, he got pat down
Now that nigga dead, now his homie wanna crash out
This that real nigga status, treat it like it's blue magic
Man, he dead, old and dusty, he might need a new casket
I've been growing all my life, I'm a young, lucky bastard
Speak on me, your block, it's a ghost town
Like it's casper, shot your whole damn body
Split it up like it's a fraction
517, it's the city code, where it get active
Max Payne, two Glocks, no CB, now he dancing
It's been eight months, and I still need my answer
Young nigga, cold hearted, with a Glock
Making music since a baby, man, I put that on my mom
I've been through a lot, still hit it, still in it like my pops
Middle finger to the law, they wanna put me in the box
I was gone for a while, but I'm back now
Since I let the L, everybody turn to rats now
My intuition is to get paid, ain't no sitting down
Like you off the lean, this AK will hurt your kidneys now, pussy
I was gone for a minute, but I'm back now
I was down on my knuckles, but I'm trying to get that cash now
Speaking on my name, but I won't back down
I ain't talking fiction, I'm speaking nothing but facts now
Yeah, they used to talk down on me, I'm a class clown
Until they see me with the racks, yeah, they really fanned out
Run em down with that Fah fah, he got pat down
Now that nigga dead, now his homie wanna crash out
Woof, woof
Quan on the track
It's Quan, nigga, dawg, ha
I was gone for a minute, but I'm back now
I was down on my knuckles, but I'm tryna get that cash now
Speaking on my name, but I won't back down
I ain't talking fiction, I'm speaking nothing but facts now
Yeah, they used to talk down on me, I'm a class clown
Until they see me with the racks, yeah, they really fanned out
Run them down with that fah, fah, he got pat down
Now that nigga dead, now his homie wanna crash out
I ain't talking notes, but we gon' pass em out
I like my bitch super thick, I love the way she shake that ass now
Yeah, I was a student, y'all ain't talking in my class now
Yeah, I'm in the crib right now, like, what the f*ck I'm finna rap about
Life, yeah, I'm tryna get it right
Lil' bitch talk about I'm mean, but she know I'm acting nice
Money, you can't get it all the time
If you wanna sign a deal, then you have to sacrifice
Gang, I ain't never switching up on them
If you talk about the family, know I had to up on you
Haters, I'm outside like what you wanna do
We can fight or we can shoot, you can win or you can lose
If you ain't tripping bout this life, you need to tie your shoes
If you got money and guns, well, shit, I got them too
Simplifying all you rap niggas into decimals, y'all negative
You don't want no beef, boy, I'm telling you
If you wanna cross me, man, I swear to God, I'm killing you
Need to wear that damn vest, talk about you drilling, who
If I ever wanna sign a deal, I need a mill or two
Cause I stay independent, I ain't working with them damn fools
Man, y'all niggas scaring me, yeah, I need to wear that clown suit
I ain't Ye, but I got the Drake, it will bound 2
My bitch will beat you up, she ain't worried bout no round two
If she let me f*ck, shit, I might do more than round two
I made this beat too, they like, Quan, it's your'e color blind?
Bitch, I see blue, you know I'ma snatch that boy chain
Like it's free food, give it to the bros
Yeah, you know how we do
Now you higher than a kite, you know how that weed do
Yo, nigga, cheap as hell, baby, I ain't talking bout no temu
I'm trying to live my life, yeah, I put that on Jesus
You thinking that you hungry, man, this draco will feed you
I was gone for a minute, but I'm back now
I was down on my knuckles, but I'm trying to get that cash now
Speaking on my name, but I won't back down
I ain't talking fiction, I'm speaking nothing but facts now
Yeah, they used to talk down on me, I'm a class clown
Until they see me with the racks, yeah, they really fanned out
Run em down with that Fah fah, he got pat down
Now that nigga dead, now his homie wanna crash out
This that real nigga status, treat it like it's blue magic
Man, he dead, old and dusty, he might need a new casket
I've been growing all my life, I'm a young, lucky bastard
Speak on me, your block, it's a ghost town
Like it's casper, shot your whole damn body
Split it up like it's a fraction
517, it's the city code, where it get active
Max Payne, two Glocks, no CB, now he dancing
It's been eight months, and I still need my answer
Young nigga, cold hearted, with a Glock
Making music since a baby, man, I put that on my mom
I've been through a lot, still hit it, still in it like my pops
Middle finger to the law, they wanna put me in the box
I was gone for a while, but I'm back now
Since I let the L, everybody turn to rats now
My intuition is to get paid, ain't no sitting down
Like you off the lean, this AK will hurt your kidneys now, pussy
I was gone for a minute, but I'm back now
I was down on my knuckles, but I'm trying to get that cash now
Speaking on my name, but I won't back down
I ain't talking fiction, I'm speaking nothing but facts now
Yeah, they used to talk down on me, I'm a class clown
Until they see me with the racks, yeah, they really fanned out
Run em down with that Fah fah, he got pat down
Now that nigga dead, now his homie wanna crash out
Writer: Dy’Quan Giles
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