PF Cuttin - Q.U. Cartilage lyrics

[Verse 1] Danny's house of pizza fuels my rhymes Coliseum n***as popping tools for shines This for left rack, where n***as post up by king Rogers Southside n***as, up top it's been fathers Queens New York, no talk, let the TEC blow Shoutout to my people probably posted up on metro Made a quarter mil, a rich man held on the low A lot of n***as never knew that I was making it snow, uh Corolla to Woodside, we hood tied System on, down Rockaway, pushing a good ride Playing old 50 sh**, ghetto Quran In the desert moving deadly cause the metal is on It's still iced down medallions Flush em fam, f**ing with ten on Rikers Island Take a trip to Sunnyside, make the money rise Queens n***as sticking dicks up in your honey's thighs [Hook (Scratches)][x2] There's no escape from the mayhem I'm living now, tryna make it to the AM [?] motion, XXL, the [?] four fifth I keep a black Smith and Wesson in my polo jacket [Verse 2] Summertime, play in the strip, maybe [?] Jackson heights, break down and redesign yay My mind, stray thoughts, confused by Queens' corners In the hand, f**ing with grams, with Ds on us Keep it low key, rock a low tee, rep officially Left this boulevard, peace god, I pull your card Perfection's infinity, rep like it was telling me Get baptized by Hennessey, then catch flights to Kennedy Police hara** you, tell you freeze like a statue A deadly ha**le, I'm over by the veggie castle Some wheat gra**, lemon splashed with a dash of ginger Hoodie on poof then I'm gone just like a ninja In the fog or the mist, keep my timepiece swiss Bag a dime piece swift, real n***as shine like this Blasting Billy Holliday out the beige coupe Came a long way from the days when we was strange fruit [Hook][x2]