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Quincy a bitch, yeah, he roll with the fakes,

Talkin’ big game, but he’s all about the snakes,

Hanging with the haters, man, that’s a bad move,

Cops in his circle, yeah, he lost all his groove.

Claim he real, but he switchin’ up sides,

Actin' like a boss, but he can't even ride,

Got a crew full of clowns, they just playin’ for show,

While I stack my paper, watch my empire grow.

Always on the grind, I’m the king of my lane,

Quincy out here trippin’, he just chasin’ the fame,

Real ones know the deal, we don’t mess with the ops,

While he out here slippin’, I’m risin’ to the top.

Keep my circle tight, only real ones around,

Quincy lost his way, now he's lost in the sound,

I’m the voice of the streets, yeah, I’m makin’ it clear,

Step to me, boy, and you’ll see what you fear. Quincy a bitch, yeah, he roll with the fakes,

Switchin' sides quick, man, he’s makin' mistakes,

Hangin' with the haters, thinkin' he tough,

But in the real world, boy, that ain't enough.

Talkin' big game, but he ain't in the field,

Cops on his line, like, what’s the deal?

Claimin’ he solid, but we see the cracks,

When the pressure hit, he ain't got the backs.

Runnin' with the snakes, yeah, that's his crew,

But loyalty's rare, and they’ll turn on you.

Keep it 100, I’m built for the grind,

While Quincy out here, just wastin' his time.

Stay in your lane, boy, know your place,

Real ones movin' silent, we don’t need a trace.

You playin’ both sides, that’s a dangerous game,

When the truth comes out, you’ll just feel the shame. Quincy a bitch, yeah, he rollin' with the fakes,

Talkin' big game, but he folding like a crate,

Switchin' up sides, man, that boy ain't legit,

Cops in his circle, now he caught in the mix.

Claimin' he a boss, but he playin' for the clout,

Haters in his crew, yeah, that's what he about,

Actin' like he tough, but we see through the act,

Real ones on the grind, while he busy lookin' back.

Countin' all the wins, while he chasin' the loss,

Copped a couple chains, but he payin' the cost,

Talkin' 'bout the streets, but he never been there,

Quincy just a joke, man, nobody really cares.

Keep my circle tight, only real ones around,

Loyalty's the code, we ain't messin' with clowns,

So keep your head up, Quincy, play it how you play,

But in the end, you know, true colors never sway. Quincy a bitch, yeah, he roll with the fakes,

Talkin' big game, but he folding like flakes.

Cops in his circle, man, that's a red flag,

Claiming he real, but his swag lookin' drag.