Q's Cuddy

Look, I'm amazing like the graces, goodness gracious

What's good is the greatness in me took some time to make this

Took a pen to write my brother that's locked in a cell box

Good jobs take drops because they know that we smoke pot

Not all, but that's average. Just like shorty with the dreads hooper turned savage in the field

Because he feel that his life never mattered

Tragic the masses promoting this madness and got the nerve to be mad when they heart feel the sadness

It hurt to show the love when the trust has been damaged

I was told once you trust you give away the advantage

And I'll be damned if I let my time be taken for granted