K.Q. - They Took lyrics

[KQ] See my memories keep on k**ing me Only held by God and some Hennessey Baby let me see them vicky secrets, yea your p**y is the recipe Friends keep telling me, high like swiss going hard like a felony Girl with some weed, trust me n***a i swear yo thats the perfect remedy And theres plenty weed, have your body curl like a centipede Got the leaf got the light, i might pipe, tonight Right? with these mics, and spark that sh** but only if its tight Good weed, good drink Show your little n***as how we suppose to do this Good weed, good drink Show your little n***as how we suppose to do this And we do it right, and we rolling tight Good weed, on a Friday night [Maxx 39] Verses at your service, nerves curse at the merchants Earth surface smooth and fresh like Turkish purses I earn the heart like Dale Spiked ale in a sprite pail You like males despite sales My skin is white pale I'm a scary human, bumping Gary Newman Jimmy Carter f** Harry Trueman leave your barley moving Never had to hold a gun, stare into the golden sun Hearing my father pary, asking God if he can hold his son, i'm' Being blunt a possible, i'm not gonna roll you one I go hard on every BPM to prove i'm the chosen one Grabbing my clothes out the closet that your closed in from If i'm an a**hole than it take one to notice one You have no clue where i come from Spit it like a young pun Climbing up that ladder with one rung is dumb son I heard Maxx 39 got too involved People like to blow you up and watch your dissolve Then you have problems looking through the smog They thought they was your dogs, you just cats and snakes Rats and fakes, can't rap to save they life They taking half the cake, now looking for the crack to break They want to watch you melt and try to tell you how to live your life You will never hear your right for fighting your fight with a poor insight In spite, i demolish useless fakers who really really think they music makers My concept is looking at you getting money then watch what your do with paper I grew with flavor, i knew my savior would save me from the rudest break And move through acres of foolish behavior I know my place, i didn't want to show my face at shows and places were hopes erased My poet taste was wrote with grace Making notes and placing my steak in the ground, breaking it down I figured out where i'm taking my sound Shaking the ground as i'm taking that pound off my weight (2pac Sample) imma, imma straight rider And i see you in the sight I remember those night, where the fight was fought with the pen and the mic Give those egos what they like Most guys are timing and stealth Other guys are rhyming for wealth I know what i did I went through hell And came out better on the journey finding myself