Qwest - Versace Freestyle lyrics

[Intro:] [Verse 1: Qwest] Versace, Versace, The devil is working but god always got me These n***as now a days is plotting on me, i guess its a hobby These b**hes is a mess and these n***as is fake, They just can't keep it real You n***as is getting to comfortable for me im trynna max-a-mill Belly of the best, bottom of the slump, Nightmares every night i had to sleep with the pump I dont give no fuccs like a nun ho Keep talking ima have the homies pack you out like my last show Money on my mind. Every second is a dime, If n***as get outta line in seconds his life is mine I dont play no games thats a scrimmage Got this rap sh** on lock i forgot to mention Yeah, gone and retweet that ho Critics thought a n***a fell off, i was lowkey scheming like a dm though b**h im about to blow and thats word to the boppers Headed to the TO and can't nobody stop us Its levels to this sh**, pay attention Young n***a out here on a mission I ain't never had a pot to piss in Look at me now My money straight like a f**ing christian We eating out here get you a plate, Filet mignon, lobster, and shrimp n***a Versace for the shirt, Ballys on my feet, Hermans for the belt, sh** gucci was last week Why not n***a, All my n***as finna pop like a mother f**ing rock n***a My momma told me to be discreet, when i make it top cause people gone flock So I, never talk Cheese with A rat, never talk bread with a bird Or make moves with a snake, i keep my gra** cut low and yea thats my word f** what yall heard A couple new friends since but that right there thats cool though Because i know my n***as got my back, more then my f**ing vertabrate do though And plus them n***as thats plotting be the closest ones next to ya And the first chance that they get, they might just f** around and off your medulla! Im gone!