Quik Stop

Original

We need to change our ways, doin' the same thing we did yesterday

Making beats, gettin' high, chasing freaks, feeling fine

It's still the same old shit (the same old shit), but I think we ain't gon' quit

Making a rhyme, climbing a hill, stayin' alive, tryin' to live

(Once in a while, I get in my head too much) Just tryin' to live

(And that's when I call, hoping you appear God) that's all it is

Brr, brr

The voice message

Bruh, how the fuck you got so rich and yet you wear the same fits?

And pair a sneaks' like every week 'cause I don't care to change shit

I'm likе a creature o' habit, plus what's the point burnin' brеad?

When like a creak in yo' attic, I still be turnin' yo' head

Just to confirm if that dreadheaded, tall fella is Cole

I try to walk with the hoodie, whether the weather is cold

Whether the weather is warm, it's just to cover the form

When doin' regular things, try to repel gettin' swarmed

But yesterday I was drivin', Trap Muzik album did blast

Took me back to a time when I was down in my laugh

Was rappin' T.I.P. rhymes, then I looked down at the dash

Oh shit, I'm trippin', reminiscin', damn near ran out of gas

I pulled into this lil' station that I had seen on the ave

And the peculiar hood, in unfamiliar paths

I got no hoodie, it's bad, hopped out and went to the pump

I pushed the 93 button, felt like a sitting lil' duck

While lookin' over my shoulder, I heard this dude on the corner

Sound like he talking to me, "Hey, bro, you smoke marijuana?

I got that pack if you need, and I can smell the aroma"

I told him, "Nah I'm aight, I never once was a stoner"

The tank was taking so long to fill up, I thought it was broke

Could feel the curiosity comin' from buddy that spoke

Right then he start to approach, "Hey, bro, you look real familiar"

I said, "I get that a lot"

As he got close, it got clearer

"Oh shit, that's Cole, nigga, wait

What you doin' over this way?

Bro, I was just thirteen years old when I got hold of your tape

I tried to put niggas on, but they was slow to go play

Bro, you the GOAT, they didn't know then, but bet they know it today

I need a flick right quick, 'cause dawg, I don't even know what to say

To make a dollar bill right now, I'm out here throwin' bouquets

Slangin' flowers, but I played your albums and know it's a way

I played your shit when bro got hit, it helped me cope with the pain

I played your shit when momma tripped, and I had nowhere to stay

I swear I feel like you was wit' me in my loneliest phase"

The love he showed me was so strong, it damn near blowed me away

See even I be needin' reminders on my loneliest day

That I should live in my purpose

If I deliver my verses and get the fuck out my way, I'll figure out what to say

Some days I forget to eat, some days I forget to pray

I get a whole lot of love, some days I focus on hate

I took a selfie with dawg, then gave the longest embrace

Then look him right in his face to let him know that this thanks

Was from a genuine place

'Cause this continuous race to be the best

Will leave you steppin' at a strenuous pace

'Til you forget who you is, and you forget who you ain't

Before you know it you're trapped inside that picture you paint

This life is more than just rap, more than the bitches you scrape

More than the riches you stack, see, it's the difference you make

Yeah, it's the difference you make

Yeah, it's the difference you make

Yeah, it's the difference you-

We need to change our ways, doin' the same thing we did yesterday

Making beats, gettin' high, chasing freaks, feelin' fine

It's still the same old shit (the same old shit), but I think we ain't gon' quit

Makin' a rhyme, climbing a hill, stayin' alive, tryin' to live

Just tryin' to live

That's all it is