paroles de chanson The Quarantine Cypher, Pt. 2 (feat. Wisewordsofeli, Zaye & E11) - Chris Ash
Got
that
quarantine
lock
down
Bitch
I'm
on
top
now
I
don't
play
ball
but
Give
me
that
rock
now
Let
the
bass
knock
now
Molly
gon'
pop
now
Party
gon'
pop
out
Quarantine
my
house
That
was
on
9,
Let
me
get
up
on
10
Messin'
with
my
high,
Messin'
with
my
zen
Fuckin'
with
my
friends
Take
it
up
another
level
We
come
heavy
with
the
metal
Cookin'
something
in
the
kettle
I'm
a
rebel
I'm
a
motherfuckin'
microphone
Murderous
killer
I
be
lovin'
all
flavors
but
my
skin
vanilla
Who
iller,
Who
sicker,
Who
triller
than
me
No
Stevie,
I
wonder
who
feelin'
like
me
Need
a
little
H-C
with
my
Tea
S-D
with
my
L's
So
free
I'mma
be
me
Can't
you
tell
Open
up
my
mind
I
don't
hit
rewind
But
I
can
not
find
Find
But
I
can
not
find
What
you
do
not
have
Give
it
all
of
mine
I'm
not
goin'
half
Let
me
go
spaz
on
the
rest
though
Livin'
so
stressful
Livin'
so
blessed
though
I
can
not
wrestle
with
my
ego
Where
did
he
go
Think
he
smokin'
Sour
Diesel
Had
to
- on
this
beat
though,
This
a
free
throw
Tell
the
people
I'm
gone
I'm
stompin'
on
the
game
and
got
'em
loose
Never
the
caboose
I'm
stirrin'
up
the
scene
causin'
traffic
with
the
jewels
Forget
it,
What
it
mean
Money
like
some
food
stamps,
I'm
cuttin'
up
Like
I
get
to
choppin'
like
some
food
prep
Open
wings,
Fly
and
get
up
to
a
new
step
I'm
close
in
the
game
I'm
on
its
fuckin'
doorstep
I'm
Max
givin'
pain
Mistake
like
a
misstep
Just
got
some
new
grain
You're
messin'
with
my
head
I'll
pick
your
bone
apart
Give
your
ass
a
sprain
They're
dumb
like
some
bird
brains
Haters
got
me
stressed
out
I'm
adding
to
my
kill
count
Takin'
cheap
shots
bitch
you
basically
a
discount
I
knock
'em
off
their
high
horse
I
call
that
shit
a
dismount
Fuck
'em
I
need
the
money
stretched
out
Try
and
stop
him
you
can
get
your
whole
damn
team
bounced
But
I'm
out
I've
got
money
to
make
No
time
to
waste
on
some
sell
outs
Ayyo,
They
call
me
E11
I'm
feelin'
like
a
rap
god
I'm
rappin'
on
this
beat
with
my
homies,
Shit
But
I
know
I
rap
harder
when
I
have
the
mic
in
my
hands
Y'all
thought
I
was
done
rappin
Aye,
My
last
song
was
Flying
High
And
I
had
that
shit
poppin
Yeah
Yeah,
Where's
the
truth
Yeah,
These
stacks
of
moneys
Stacks
of
money
Stacks
of
moneys
Yeah,
These
stacks
of
moneys
I
got
my
blood
pumpin
And
my
heart
racin
Thinkin
I
need
to
get
my
shit
checked
out
But
nah
Fuck
that
This
is
the
rap
scene
I
got
the
rap
flow
I
grind
harder
with
my
shit
every
day
and
night
Cause
I'm
E11
The
one
you
should
listen
to
Listen
to
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