![]() He remembers chilling with his girl's man coming in and him having to act fast and chop him, and later fighting with a supposed friend who ended up backing down. However, he continues to grind and rise through the ranks despite the setbacks. Morray then talks about getting involved in quick licks to make money, intercepting a stolen item but getting caught, and feeling like he missed his chance to build a better life. He went through challenging times such as packing on the pounds, having issues in the streets, struggling with poverty, losing his opportunity due to recklessness, and being tempted to kill someone but ending up missing the chance. He talks about standing with a kickstand and thinking of a plan to get rich quick, falling in deep with the quicksand, and flagging out his ass with no branded clothing. Morray's song "Quicksand" is a rap about his journey to success, which begins from a young age. The reason I'm popping is all of the hate I'm stagnant, a magnet, I'm staying in place I want it, I'm on it, it's mine for the take I'm hungry, I'm eating right off of ya plate I'm whacking the weeds, cutting heads off of snakes My homies the only who come past the gate The phonies, jabronies, the ops or the jakes Made em' run, it was funny, he was scared of the gun sound KD on the bench equipped with the Tre Pounds Had enough, it was tough, only lasted about one round His hands in my life now they ended up flat nowįlat like a wing, let's see if he flap now Had em' standing up then he ended up back down ![]() ![]() Give respect, neck to neck, my nigga didn't back down Throwing up both of our sets, which ended the friendship Her nigga came through, he was all on some bitch shitĭidn't know I was raw and my hands was so giftedīoy had me chop, had to get him a mix quickĬouple knots made him drop like he drunk or he liftedįought another nigga after I thought was some kinship 'Bout to fuck, 'bout to nut, main course with the fixings I remember chillin' at one of my little bitch crib I'm planted, I'm stable, I'm growing in roots Stepping on necks with my Timberland boots Resemble young Steele 'cause I got the juice Got scars and bruises, man, I got the proof Too sore from a war where I couldn't lose Two doors what I floor if I hop in the coup My opportunity was knocking and I missed it He was the target but he lucky that I missed it Never killed, ain't gon' lie, I was tempted In the snow, pitching, woah bitch, it was brick dick Interceptions I was stealing caught me a pick six Then my nigga, Bobby, put me on a quick lick Then I said, "Fuck it" 'cause something gon' have to shake dog No jacket in the winter, had the shakes dog I was packing on the pounds, got my weight upīetty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, brahĭoing that put everything I love at stake, brahīack in the day man, a nigga had rip jeansĬouldn't afford a new pair, I had broke seamsĬouldn't think about the money, I had broke dreamsĬlothes falling off my ass, lost weight dog
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