Quentin Miller – Expression 5

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One three one seven man
Man, man, yeah

[Verse 1]
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the Clicks..
Mac, iPhone, PC
Clocked in middle of the night
2am going on 3
You wouldn’t understand my life
Wouldn’t understand, yeah
‘Bout to move to LA, ATL get too cold man
Middle man sittin’ in the way
Middle aged Quentin on the way
Nigga finna turn 28
Can’t be sittin’ in the same place
Can’t take a break no, no
Can’t take a break (whoa)
Back in the kitchen like Deen
Fuck these niggas like Dean
Legendary like Mike Dean
You ain’t seen the shit that I seen
I could never work at a desk
Nigga found a way to cheat death
Music only thing I got left, damn
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Mac, iPhone, P-(alright)

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
I made this beat and song yesterday
2017 we in a different age
Directly to my fans, ask the middle man
Yeah, XO’s for all my women friends
Respects owed to us we doing
What they said we can’t, man
Shout out Boi-1da he set the play up if it…
Wasn’t for him I’d still be minimum wage
Till this day
Big blessings, I’m seeing big blessings
Grind harder, stack, leave my kids blessings
Put some respect up on my name
Quentin million dollar Miller
Keep the change, peep the change, damn
Peep the change, yeah

Rick Ross – Scientology (Rather You Than Me Album)

Welcome to the Scientology of Hip Hop
Where you must sign a life long contract as well
Welcome
You’re so lucky to grow and age
Lucky to go insane, they say they spotted some cancer
Mucus built on your brain
But you tell me to keep on praying
Really this is a blessing, many been long and gone
Family your true possessions, admit I made some mistakes
Can’t blame it on adolescence, so infected with greed
Having something to see
I was running in circles and it was right next to me
This must have been God’s wishes
Cause all my friends went to prison
Nothing like Bryan Williams but when they come home I kiss em
Hold on, give me a second refreshing my recollection
Labels, we playing chess
Nothing I’m not contesting
You niggas is stupid thinking Craig Kallman won’t send his shooters
They’ve been robbing for years, no fear to blow out your noodles
Looking at B.I.G and Pac imagining all the profits
A fiend sitting at home
Picture me rolling out and no royalties in the pocket
Who really is there to blame?
Each man feed a man, children we get a gang
Scientology prophets you better stay in your lane
Let me roll up some green
This game is economics I pray you go back to college
All I’m seeing is bitches so queens go back to Hollis
Made it without a father my mother did I acknowledge
Know a crooked attorney, last name Sotomayer
I’m breaching these contracts preachers and gun claps
Smoking that Mike Dean until my lungs collapse
Bun B and Action Bronson, I’m seeing no colors
If you with me, you with me I’ma ride for my brother
Honor and pride put the salaries aside
There’s lead in the water put your prayers in the sky
Respect me as a man as you look into my eye
Let’s address if there’s gon’ be no problems down the line
See Confederate flags but I got a flag of mine
Yeah, yeah I got a flag of mine!
Yeah, bang we can do it then!
I got that money from Lil Wayne lets do it yeah

RICK ROSS – Scientology lyrics

Welcome to the Scientology of hip hop where you might
Sign a life long contract as well.. Welcome

You’re so lucky to grow and age
Lucky to go insane, they say they spotted some cancer
Mucus built on your brain
But you tell me to keep on praying
Really this is a blessing, many been long and gone
Family your true possessions, admit I made some mistakes
Can’t blame it on adolescence, so infected with greed
Having something to see
I was running in circles and it was right next to me
This must have been God’s wishes
Cause all my friends went to prison
Nothing like Bryan Williams but when they come home I kiss em
Hold on, give me a second refreshing my recollection
Labels, we playing chess
Nothing I’m not contested, you niggas is stupid
Thinking Craig Kallman won’t send his shooters
They’ve been robbing for years. no fear to blow out your noodles
Looking at B.I.G and Pac imagining all the profits
A fiend sitting at home
Picture me rolling out and no royalties in the pocket
Who really is there to blame
Each man feed a man, children we get a gang
Scientology prophets you better stay in your lane
Let me roll up some green

This game is economics I pray you go back to college
All I’m seeing is bitches so queens go back to Hollis
Made it without a father my mother did I acknowledge
Know a crooked attorney, last name Sotomayer
I’m breaching these contracts preachers and gun claps
Smoking that Mike Dean until my lungs collapse
Bun B and Action Bronson, I’m seeing no colors
If you with me you with me I’ma ride for my brother
Honor and pride put the salaries aside
This lead in the water put your prayers in the sky
Respect me as a man as you looking in my eye
Lets address the [?] won’t be no problems down the line
See confederate flags but I got a flag of mine
Yeah… yeah, I got a flag of mine!
Yeah bang we can do it then!
I got that money from Lil Wayne lets do it yeah