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letra de noise - quanche

[verse 1: quanche]
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giddy up, semi tucked
but how’d they find out? man somebody talked
somebody got time and somebody walked
that’s a breed i don’t know, don’t agree with that code, no seats to that show
man i seen enough
with my eyes closed and my ears plugged
do i see evil? no, do i hear evil? no
we don’t speak it but they listen and they fear us
that’s the funny thing if anything
i’m a good kid where the better kids would’ve been if there parents never had a wedding ring
smoking on some good sh-t in the neighborhood peddling
not bikes or flowers, that white that powder, any vice you outta come get it
i’m in a civic, when its a masi doing 185 my plates still won’t be legit
f-ck a fake friend or female sneak dissin’
my fingers look like my grade; twistin’
armagnac p-ssin’, life magnificent
they wishin’ i was here sayin’ it isn’t
bout a dollar, denzel
i used to post up, up on kenwood
and watch granny house for the intel on them beans, on them lentils
now dollar bills yell at me, f-ck is you sellin’ me?
i am not buying your bullsh-t
the broccoli, lettuce and celery only thing relevant in life they always keep telling me
stick to my guns, i’m risking possession that’s 3 years in prison at least
so unless you talk to police, i don’t think you making it home by easter

[interlude]

[verse 2: quanche]
slip the sandman half a mil just to make a visit
rushing yards, these bars lemme kick it
but the crown two more points, all of us anointed v.o., five points
don’t forget to quote me z.e
there’s levels to this sh-t, this isn’t entry
the minor league speak doesn’t peak my intrigue
i will not be overlooked much less overseen
real sh-t lets talk more money less talk
why you think i got dressed up?
threads like jim stark, red jacket
livin’ that hartlyfe, they can’t tell if i’m messed up
they say those fancy cars are melting the polar ice, my lenses are polarized
fine linen this coat of mine, these beautiful women are all on my
devious thoughts, thinking mischievous i’m scheming a lot
i howl at the moon, me and the night we’ve been meaning to talk
with no reasonable doubt, i don’t see nothing but sows
clutching their fork and knife waiting for bacon to peel
free up to bakes he said “f-ck the appeal”, my life a movie i’m stuck in a reel
it’s real out here, right? tryna plan the next meal every bite
watchyu lookin’ at? prolly don’t know i don’t f-ck with that
i just wanna pocket that money get rich, my girl ten points no huckleberry sh-t
tuckin’ that in, never tuck a flag in, too ignant we couldn’t have enough of that bliss

[outro]
“not guilty [?]
if you mess with drugs, like your granny, ah nuh go bail you
seh, [?] because we ah older generation
say as i say but don’t do as i do”

- quanche

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