A Portion Songtext
von Quin NFN

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It took a while, but I stuck to the code (stuck to the code)
I set up shop at the spot on the block with my Glock
I ain′t fuckin' with hoes (I ain′t fuckin' with 'em)
Now it′s a dub when I come on the road (bitch)
Kick down the door, I ain′t comin' to fold (kick down the door), yeah
I paid the price for this life, had to go buy some ice for the days
I was stuck in the cold, another misery

I brought some bread when I ain′t had to do it (I did)
You and your partner a whole opportunist
I need every dollar, my bitch know she fuck with a baller
She feel like she Gabriеl Union (haa)
And we steady spinning this Drac', kinda sound like an еngine
This bitch shoulda came with some cooler (bow, bow, bow, bow)
I give ′em my all if they fuck with the movement
I looked out for bro but there wasn't nothin′ to it (It wasn't)


I bought some new ice, I'm on some new shit
Ain′t no more fast food, we be eatin′ Ruth's Chris
Bro servin′ eight balls, come with a pool stick
Try to rob who? This shit slim as a toothpick (Pew, pew, pew)
Bro had the vision and I had the blueprint
I need some vaccine, they know I'm too sick (I am)
We make a lollipop, nigga, the new lick
Pockets look just like a Bible, they too thick (yeah)

I′m goin' harder
Ball like the Clippers, ain′t come with a barber (ain't come with it)
Know you weren't there but got love for my father
I was headfirst when I dove in that water (dove, dove)
We pop his top if he play with my partner (bow, bow)
Ain′t bite to bite, I ain′t hanging with barkers (bitch)
Runnin' from 12 and I ducked a few shells
And I took a few Ls but it′s makin' me smarter, yeah, yeah

Far from a narcissist
I tried to get it, but it was unfortunate
Moved out my mama, I still pay the mortgages
These niggas jumped in the game, I was born in it
Let ′em go talk if he way too informative
Cut off his head, bring it back like an ornament
I'm bound to ball like I played in the tournament
Knife on the stick, this bitch came with a sword in it (grr, bow, bow, bow, bow)


She let me fuck and she got me recordin′ it
I bought a storage, it came with a portion
She catch a kiss and she fill up an orphanage
Filet mignon, had to put me a fork in
Get out of your feelings
Ayy, Quincho run up a million, I made it out then, ain't no forcin'
I handle my business, yeah
My hustle relentless, I need the whole thing, not a portion

She let me fuck and she got me recordin′ it
I bought a storage, it came with a portion
She catch a kiss and she fill up an orphanage
Filet mignon, had to put me a fork in
Get out of your feelings
Ayy, Quincho run up a million, I made it out then, ain′t no forcin'
I handle my business, yeah
My hustle relentless, I need the whole thing, not a portion