Rich Nigga Timeline
(专辑: Rich Nigga Timeline - 2014)
[Hook Quavo:] First kicked the
door when I
was 17 years old Seen my first 50, balling, 18 years old Let that pistol go when I
was 19 years old First time turned 20, I
was cashing out on gold Rich nigga timeline, rich nigga timeline Rich nigga timeline, ye ain't live your life like mine Rich nigga timeline, rich nigga timeline Rich nigga timeline, stay the
fuck up out of mine [Verse 1
Quavo:] Free my nigga Westside, locked up to this day R.I.P. my migo P, my nigga dead in the
grave And I
dare a
fuck nigga come and try me today Abracadabra his face Quavo the
magician, the
pack gone it's missing I
got a
ho and she got a
ho and now they both kissing Do you remember, the
life I
was livin'? I'm calling the
plug, I'm juuging up pounds, I'm breaking down midget I
got the
birds, pigeons They know who the
fuck run the
city (Nawfside!) I
might pull up with that chopper and extensions I
just let it off, I
empty about 50 Mama said, "Quavo don't spend all your Benjis" Told mama, "I'm sorry, pockets on infinity" You can ask around, really hit them juugs for the
fucking pound Next time you see me, better not ask me for no money now Never went to school, never thought about Clark or Morris Brown 'Til I
took your bitch, drop her off right there by Morris Brown Used to cook up bricks 'til I
turned that shit to an extra now I
got the
magic stick, feeling like Criss Angel, bitch I
disappear bricks [Hook Quavo] [Verse 2
Offset:] 17 stacking and counting, 18 I
ran from the
bounty You niggas is softer than Bounty, my nigga got 15, free Ronny Check out my bio, plenty felonies, known for counting up broccoli Known for stacking up celery, you niggas ain't even a
vet to me 'Member the
days? Run in your house like a
raid Young nigga tryna get paid Pistol to his face, give him a
shave Never selfish, all the
money I
gave Never change, all the
money I
make 1
baby, all these bitches I
laid 2
guns, nigga, never afraid Migos the
army I'm never gon' trade Set-Set hit a
20 band juug He helped the
hood, everybody was good I'm white like a
tiger and I
got the
wood My niggas on go like Nike, they gon' do it These niggas wondering, like how did we do it? Water diamonds on my neck look like fluid I'm from the
Zone 3
if you niggas ain't knew it I'm throwing up the
north cause that is my hood Locked up, mama couldn't get me out Called my nigga Bookie, he got me out KK got my back, ain't no doubt Player made, free my bro, let him out This shit is crazy, shout out mama house Don't come to my trap and you unannounced 21 Challenger mounted up Doing phones, fucked your credit up When you a
boss they gon' cherish yah Investigations, I
didn't tell 'em nothing December 25th, on the
run I
didn't know if I
was coming home 19, I
was on my own My grandma died, cancer on her bones I
ran in houses just to buy some Foams You can hear the
pain in my voice on my songs [Hook Quavo] [Verse 3
Takeoff:] 13 I
got my first halftime 14, broke in the
club for an Alpine 15 I
got my first Glock 9
It was rusty but it still'd bust a
nigga I
was lil' nephew, they wasn't gon' touch a
nigga If I
did, my uncles'll bust a
nigga Migo gang, they couldn't fuck with a
nigga Started beefing with some sucka niggas Belushi's right there up on Club Drive It's was y'all side versus Nawfside Knocked a
couple niggas out a
couple times Got in shootouts with niggas a
hundred times Come to your party, we fucking it up Young niggas, we never gave a
fuck Young niggas, 10, 12, 13, on go with a
finger point A
lot of squads start popping up Screaming shit that we ain't heard of Migos pull up at your residence Here comes the
issue, "it wasn't us, bruh" We know you flexing, got the
information So you still gon' get hit with the
uppercut Beat a
nigga to a
puddle, nigga snitching Now we running from the
task force Niggas was kicking in doors, taking flat screens and all the
gold Never got it and I
sat on it, nigga, everything I
got was sold Apple Mac, juuging laptops Knock in your door, take your lil' brother's Xbox Migo Jerz stand around the
curb Used to match up in the
hotbox Hit a
juug for some True Religions And some Robin Denims in a
public community My brother's keepers, Migo we got unity [?] at the
park right on Harrington To the
bando, you see niggas gambling Hit a
kick door my niggas be rambling I
got a
bag on my back like I'm Santa Claus Finnesse a
nigga at Papa John's up in Panama [Hook Quavo]