[Lyric] Unfiltered_1 (GQ Melo)

At the age of 19

I was given a choice

Pursue this college life

Or give a fuck bout my voice

I chose both in hopes that I'd be rollin’ deep in a Royce

Hopes that I could bring a stack home to my folks and rejoice

Was hopin' that in Chicago they'd hear my Illi-noise

I’d hop on every single track and leave a critic destroyed

But I ain't seen the shit that came with chasin' dreams in a void

You play the game enough eventually you run outta coin
I was avoidin' chasin' truth, cuz I was chasin' a check

But now I'm doin' this for me and now I’m feelin’ correct

So since I'm done pursuin’ riches, And my foot on ya nеck

I wanna say this here with full, and I mean all, disrеspect

[Chorus]
I'm sayin'

Y'all muhfuckas look the same to me

Keep it 360

I don’t see no Kings

I see chumps clout chasin'

I don't see no fiends

I‘m bouta make ya fans “forget you”

Like Cee Lo sings

I'm setting precedents unprecedented, That's on me

I'm steady at this rappin shit, because it set me free

And that's on G

I don't gotta say no thing

I even got a killer drive

When my tank's on “E”


[Verse 2]
Listen to what you made,We just not the same

You and your crew full of lames, You should be ashamed

All the money you claim, With little to your name

Rather than switch up your image, You bought a picture frame


I been accustomed to false prophets and bad actors

Surrounded by fast money obsessed rappers
Tough on the flashin lights n big cameras

Then turn around and the whole time they fake trappers

[Break]
Generational Quest Melo'll tell you this

I never been bout the call outs, or shaded diss

I never been bout the fall outs or rented whips

They all frontin', what other rapper would tell

You this?


My clothes old, my shoes beat, my smile wide

I quit buggin bout what I got on the outside

Son of God with a ton of talk in my brown eyes

I‘m still sonnin' these rappers until the sunrise


[Verse 3]
I still drown em in verses that leave em baptized

This ain't a game this a competition of men and mics

I like to listen to brothas before I chastise

So if I come at you homie I thought about it twice


I member back in the summer of one-nine

I met a mind

Whose visions and verses resemble mine

Fuck round and find

That our words could be applied to

Bring light to topics that people just been blind to


I highlight the good mixed with the bad

N' find balance

Between all of the talents I'm tryna master

You couldn't stomach the things I seen as the

King that turned rapper

Grandson of a pastor




Shoutout my people who cop an eighth an a masters

Blessed be every bastard

Kids labeled as “hazards”

Shoutout my people who in a second could gather and

Brandish Black Banners and fight the powers established


I gotta give it my all

I can't give any less

Fuck takin over Milwaukee, I want the Midwest

I want the nation to listen to me, we got next

You bout to hear the finest of Generational Quest

Melo



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