[Intro: Quentin Miller]
Yeah
For a minute now

[Hook: Quentin Miller]
I haven't heard your name in a minute now
You been considered lame for a minute now
You haven't had a hit in a minute now
Tryna reel it in, know you fishin' now

[Verse: Quentin Miller]
All the shit that you been poppin' now is null and void
Quit my job and made more money unemployed
You can throw them shots at me, let's start a war
When it comes to jabbin' I'm as good as Floyd
I was never gang, gang, I was 1317 the whole time
In your city, tech fleece, track and field, the whole nine
I've been making progress, my n***a I ain't lying
Girl, you cannot stop this, can't even slow it down
I'm really off y'all, yeah, Melrose, draped in Nike Golf
Aw hell, I just went off, aw, there should be a couple pallbearers Just to take this beat and bury it
Hit your bitch, she hit the notes Mariah Carey hits
Last time I checked I was a ghost, now that's some scary shit
Pop up on the scene, feeling like a fresh black Casper
Put my daughter feet up in some new Air Maxes
Damn, Uncle Sam want a verse, I gotta tax 'em
Push my '97 like a brand new Jaguar
Wax on, no Mr. Miyagi, roll-rollin like Kelly
Fuck 'round with my family
I go Buns off Belly, man..
[Hook 2: Quentin Miller]
Its been a minute now
Its been a little minute now
N***as thought I would be finished now
Damn, you still in this now? Haha

[Outro: Amy Winehouse]
If my man was fighting
Some unholy war
I would be behind him
Straight shook up beside him
With strength he didn't know
It's you I'm fighting for
He can't lose with me in tow
I refuse to let him go
At his side and drunk on pride
We wait for the blow