paroles de chanson Quality Over Quantity - King DeLane, Def Davyne & Layzie Bone

UUH these rappers hate it when my name is mentioned
Promoters book me at they shows I'm makin' 'em listen
Tried to leave me off the list like it's makin' a difference
Ya biggest haters are your friends hope you payin' attention

I don't get a lot of sleep I don't like to be bothered
I don't like to conversate less we talk about dollars
All gas no brakes a million is callin'
And they hate to say my name they stutter and stall it

To be clear I'm the guy that keep 'em inspired
The guy that brought the OG's out of retirement
I don't claim to be the best let the people decide it
I just hustle for my kids and my deepest desires

You can never take my crown I ain't bein' facetious
You don't know the first thing about being a leader
Hot headed wit' a temper you tryin to see it
You don't want to be the one to give me a reason (trust me)

I'll come down to your level if you wanna rumble
We all have a past mine is full of struggle full of trouble
Sit yo lil ass down before I make you humble
This ain't a zoo playboy welcome to the jungle

Couple stacks in my pocket wit a burner on me
Double take over my shoulder if you movin' funny
All these hoes that's for everybody say they want me
But I don't ever chase a bitch I'm busy chasin' money

UUH the Kobe Bryant of the industry
When they talk about the goats they never mention me
Feelin like 'Pac ridin' on my enemies
It feels amazin' how they vibin' on my energy

I see em tryna to live a life that they know is fake
Your bars are cap ain't seen a portion of my accolades
Yeah I really started out from baggin' weight
Now you see me out here calculating all these master plays

Pharaoh status, bet my ancestors had some slaves
Cuz I'm savvy, but I'm stuck up in my savage ways
Never tricking on a chicken... like Annie Mae
Still stick the baddest babes who look like they in anime

My tracks been all around the planet like when Santa sleighs
Rap a .wav file then hit the beach, like a crashing wave
I'm, too sexy for my shirt, like a fatter Drake
Too pretty for that dirty work, still making a handsome wage
Cuz I've always looked younger but acted past my age
Inner child wild though, put that on my granny's grave
Going loco, on these bars, like a padded cage
And my flow, so hard, I might just catch a case

Quality over quantity, how I gravitate
Cuz I'm a top shelf dime, and they a schwagy eighth
Why they can't even beat me, on my wackest day
And they still haven't seen me, at my grandest stage

Turn a hater into a follower and congratulate em
Still praying for my downfall? I'm a have em waiting
Like... What a waste of imagination
When I put in work my competition fills out applications

Like Dr. Strange I leveled up no longer have the (patience) patients
For over saturated rappers lacking maturation
They claim they wanna collab, been in the lab I'm waiting
Ask any woman who's approached me though I'm bad at chasing

My pen and pad amazing, blazing now for decades
Did it for the love, before I figured out how to get paid
When I first started used to use it as an escape
10,000 hours later, mastered like a Sensei

Brave enough to battle me, that'll be a checkmate
Cornered in the corner coroner sawing thru ya chest plate
Thinking you're a problem, nah son, you just a headache
Act a fool, but graduated school, trust me DEF ain't the one