B.Q.E

Self-made, no flex, ooh
 Self paid, no debt, ooh
 We ain't takin' no bets, lot of y'all full of regrets
 Pay me and give me respect
 Y'all playin' easy to get, I'm playin' Russian Roulette
 Y'all sellin' out for the check
 We holdin' out for the kids
 Free black and don't flip
 Gold rope the whole crib, low bread, the whole loaf
 Go hard or go home, go home and don't trip
 Same block, same whip
 Free as a bird, used to be runnin' from 12, live and you learn
 Now we just flip 'em the bird
 Poppy yo' give me the word
 Copy, I heard you step on the Myrtle I'm on the wave now
 Bet you got nothin' to say now
 You better get out the way
 Or better get comfortable catchin' this fade now
 Stay in your lane, either you get on the train or watch on the wave
 There ain't no stoppin' the play
 Hoppin' up out of the flames
 Inkin' an island today
 Get your peace up on the board
 Bought a crib by the lake
 Still pull up in the fort, real comin' for the fake
 Showin' love through the hate
 Still tryna end a war, momma said I need a break
 Maybe when I'm in the Forbes, generation's on the board
 Generations in the bank, ayy
 Ayy, is you gettin' on this train?
 Miss it and you gon' be late
 You could catch another wave
 But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E
 Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E
 You could find me on the B-Q-E
 Get behind me on the B-Q-E
 Yuh, yuh, yuh, ay (Badmon)
 I pull up, I skrrt (skrrt)
 Drop top and I'm wearin' no shirt
 She know I'm a flirt (Flirt)
 One hand on the wheel another hand up her skirt
 She know I'm a mur
 I'm on the 2-7, then back to the turf
 I be the old school like I'm servin them work
 When I'm local, I be goin' bezerk
 Hit up old fools might back up the club for the fuck of it
 Talk with my brooker then call, she be lovin' it
 Start to build hoods and you know I be tuggin' it
 None of my niggas can fuck with the government
 They just be thuggin' it, I just be playin' it smart
 I don't be judgin', I'm playin' my part
 Show the fake love and then play with your heart
 Gotta learn to just play with the cards dealt
 These niggas too hard on their-self
 Niggas too hard to offer them help
 I don't work too hard for all this wealth
 For the first two bars for how all of it felt
 Ayy, still in the field like inner field
 Or M-O-B play centerfield
 Rain on the day just take the wheel
 Ayy, is you gettin' on this train?
 Miss it and you gon' be late
 You could catch another wave
 But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E
 Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E
 You could find me on the B-Q-E
 Get behind me on the B-Q-E (it's Bassy)
 Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy
 For every day I made dollars, I made dollars
 'Cause my Burroughs, he gave knowledge
 How the city move, y'all better pay homage
 I don't pity you niggas that make comments to create drama
 You gon' find them tryna go viral
 Judge, jury, execution, no trial
 I was sinkin' deep sleep, watching bitches creep
 Streets making hoes vile
 I'm from Queens where they line you up with a cold smile
 And the whole time you be thinkin', "Damn, that bitch so fine"
 "Oh, my," she not
 Born in a ditch and you die in a box
 But I'm on a mission, a man of ambition
 My latest addition, retire my Pops
 So anyone threatenin', I'm firin' shots
 Ayy, is you gettin' on this train?
 Miss it and you gon' be late
 You could catch another wave
 But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E
 Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E
 You could find me on the B-Q-E
 Get behind me on the B-Q-E
 Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy