Lyrics Rich Homie Quan

Rich Homie Quan

Old Quan

I told my girl and my mom that

Money won't let that pain get to me

Can't sell my soul, I try not to overdose

From that pain medicine

Try not to be vulnerable when I won't let my guard down

And I can't let 'em in

Never sell your soul, Quan, everybody want the old Quan

But I'm tryna be a better me

Tryna keep my mind on that money, tryna keep my head straight up

Mama told me don't leave that house, without that bed made up

Gotta keep my lawyer on retainer, in case them feds take us

We just gotta make that money, can't make that bread make us

Do this shit for gang, gang

Put a bullet in a nigga chest, same spot the chain hang

I'ma boss, I can make time for what I want, I can arrange things

So I climbed the sky, and then I looked up that when the rain came

Then I, told 'em it can't be raised, yeah

Forty foot in the plane, shit

Y'all nigga blow your brain quick

Daddy had a shop by Family Dollar

We used to pull up on bank, kid

The middle in my chest, where the pain at

I told myself, keep it above

I need to talk to somebody that I can trust

I told my girl and my mom that

Money won't let that pain get to me

Can't sell my soul, I try not to overdose

From that pain medicine

Try not to be vulnerable when I won't let my guard down

And I can't let 'em in

Never sell your soul, Quan, everybody want the old Quan

But I'm tryna be a better man

Slowin' down, a roadblock, harder than a soul suck

Never been a Ford nigga, ain't been no opp

Haters talkin', it's over, dust off my shoulders

Let the jury stow the solitaries in my ear, they're like boulders

I was tryna go up, pocket rocket, load up

She was tryna suck it soon as I met her, I don't even know her

Twelve try to row her, child, don't stay down for a your nigga

I was locked up at nineteen

But shawty's lookin' around for a young nigga

They sleep at home but they snorin'

If I don't fuck, would've I done drugs? The shit be boring

I bust a quickie on her last night, I tell her, "Good morning"

I can't leave that out, 'cause they gon' add more to my story

And it hurt my heart when I hit that Forbes list

I told my girl and my mom that

Money won't let that pain get to me

Can't sell my soul, I try not to overdose

From that pain medicine

Try not to be vulnerable when I won't let my guard down

And I can't let 'em in

Never sell your soul, Quan, everybody want the old Quan

But I'm tryna be a better me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Everybody want the old Quan, everybody want the old Quan

But I'm tryna be a better me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Everybody want the old Quan, everybody want the old Quan

But I'm tryna be a better me

Yeah, yeah, yeah