Till It's Over - GQ

Till it’s over

Waddup tho?

Waddup?

Feel good to feel good, you know?

Khrysis

Safe travels to my niggas and shit, ya dig?

Ay

Rain falling I’m praying for those in thin garments

I do for my city and all of its importance

Nothing new for the select few that’s been on it

Rap album done and Gu' just threw a mix on it

I know to like, love it, probably my pitch on it

Not to mention let me drop a couple cliffs on it

That’s bars nigga, I take it far as the trip you missing

Far as the ones I’m with I need for ya’ll to stop and listen

For my pops, appreciate you, always dropping wisdom

Mama I love hope you know you mean a lot to Quentin

Asia the world to me I hope you never stop spinning

Give em a bouquet don’t wait until they’re not living

Today I thought about my potna' he ain’t here no more

His son hurt from it, years later it’s startin to show

I’m starting to go down memory lane come ride with me

Keep to myself but with this shit?

I let you vibe with me

I’m still truckin like Dodge hit me to lend advise

A small world but not to those who know I’m big as life

You just OKC I think you should leave it 'lone

I’m really good you just compete with cones, killing y’all

Wack niggas back home rapping, who think you on

You either dumb as fuck my nigga or to each his own

My flight said I’m back to NC to handle business

Show a Grammy to my family that would be tremendous

I feel it every day truthfully, what I got’s official

I’m tryna drop an EP, president dropping missiles

America sinking, Raiders leaving, I’m here tweaking

Cheifing got me feeling like nerds, square vegan

Face known like bitches that’s out every weekend

Don’t say I’m dope, that’s common sense like player’s cheating

City 'bout to love me though, I think that’s safe to say

Still ain’t forgave em for the days they never looked my way

Connect dots the way it line ain’t have to search for this

It ain’t no handout though, don’t act like I ain’t work for this

Taqueria chips, parking lot, and Aaliyah hits

I get to heaven’s door I just hope that the key’ll twist

Back in 2−6, Denise will have me chillin' over

For pregame last shot hurt us like Villanovas

Boys to men from JET models to peeling posters

Word to see she the reason I’m feeling closer

Yeah, feeling closer

I had a lot of preparation for this real exposure

Working like I want my bank account as real as Oprah’s

Black Mamba, killer cobra until it’s over

Yeah, til' its over