So Appalled lyrics

[Intro: Quilly]
Yeah, n*ggas' already know what it is
Quilly Millz, New Wave 2 n*gga

[Verse 1: Quilly]
Yeah, you can check my background, I ain't rappers
Why would even mention all of these weak rappers?
I'm so appalled, I might just draw
And remind ya'll of how I killed them before
Pain is a virtue, I can't rap commercial
I used to have my whole bundle gone before curfew
Gave them sh*t to run with, look what I did so far
I ain't even asking no more, I'ma just bogard
Game like Bo Jack, Hot Topic; know that
Give your chick hard wood, she treat you like a throwback
Can't be around broke n*ggas' cuz they don't want sh*t
Never grab, waiting on their OG's to front sh*t
In the trap, the packs doing front flips
The semi make you back flip but you don't even want this
I be with a fine dike, she don't even want di*k
All she want is pus*y and money, we on the same sh*t
If I could turn back the hands, I wouldn't change it
I ain't a celebrity yet, I'm street famous
But them b*tches give me brain till their brainless
Send her back to you and she kiss you with them same lips
I lost Bleek on a bike, I lost Reef cuz of dice
Them cold days, I couldn't sleep through them nights
Lost some of my close homies
There's a hand full of n*ggas' that's live
The rest phony, pin the tail on the Donkey
Old boy told me "let's get them"
I snap out and black out like T-Rex syndrome
I run the streets, I'm out here, I'm around
I be up gettin' money, I'll sleep when I'm in the ground
Marijuana by the ton, coke by the onion
[?] knockin' trees off more than Paul Bunions
I be smokin' deaf, n*gga last year was nothing
This sh*t right here, have me lit; time square
My goons catchin' reck and their amped up
I'm just gettin' money, tryna stretch like I'm cramped up
I can't wait til' the first come
Same clothes for days, I get fly when the work done
I'm high when the juice around or when the percs come
You're a gun collector n*gga, you don't squirt none
I'm so sick of this, run up in your Queen on the strength of stickin' it
I know, I'm ridiculous
Expensive high, you ain't puffin or sippin' this
Disrespectful, talkin bout can you put a nick in this
It's cold where I'm at, we hustle sacks, St. Nicholas
You know where I'm at if you really wanted to get it in
Names in a statement, I will never quote
The streets dried up, we never better coke
I'm playin' chess to a stale mate
The hard times make the good times feel great
I be high on Mt. Kushmore
Smokin' the same weed Wiz Khalifa got booked for
Loyalty is everything, the money is nothing dawg
Soon as a n*gga act shady, I'ma cut him off
Brim low, outside smokin' indow
And, I was out there when you was watching from the window
I'm tryna make a dollar every time the wind blow
I be in the lab killin' beats like Timbo
I don't dance, I don't party, I don't disco
Put the streets on a disc, and sell a lot of Crisco
n*gga..