[Intro: Quilly]

I be thinkin' like, like where this shit come from?

Aw! Then I just, I just go in the studio and just vent

(right). Ain't nobody fuckin' wit me



[Verse 1: Quilly]

I don't understand when you're talkin'

You mentioned everything but paper

I got respect for everybody, everybody except a hater

No information for investigators, fuck the legislate and the legislator

Hides em smarter, shout out my nosy neighbors

Mommy made us, the project raised us

Shoot these niggas' then ask questions later

Lawyer paid off, so now he owe me favors

Good leathers; Alligators, 97: Temple faders

I don't need recognition for my records

Bet I keep it pushin' like Salt-N-Pepa

She gon' disrespect you if you let her

When your money talkin', no need for lectures

Double F, diamond (?) checkers

I'm in and out of foreigns, no more Septa

R2L; 36 floor

Just bought an ounce, I want 35 more!

Eatin' good, life's great, Surf and Turf, shrimp, steak

Appetizer; Calimari, pull up in a brand new Rari

Organic denim; Nudie jeans

True Religion; Billie jeans

Balmain, aww man, my closet look like credit card scams

Oh, so, you gon' just go fuck everybody?

Everybody except the playas

I guess you're fuckin' for the credit

Well, at least when you fuck, try and make some paper

While you're at it, stop fuckn' minor niggas'

I get at it baby, I do it major



[Chorus: Every Ave]

Who would of known, who would of known that we done made it?

Who would of known, who would of known that I'd be still here?

You should of known, you should know that I was doin' me

Oh, you should know we at the top and we got more to see

You should know I'ma take it far as I take it

You should know I'ma take it far as I take it

Bro, you should know I'ma take it far as I take it

Before I'm dead and gone, you know we gon' make it

Yeah, we gone, yeah, we gone