ReQ Cartier

ReQ Cartier

 Brooklyn, New York, USA
SoloHip HopR&B

Coming out of New York City, ReQ Cartier is the newest hip-hop artist with something to prove. Brooklyn-born, ReQ, is on a mission to show the world the talent that New York still possesses, blending lyrics, delivery & flow of the 90's with today's hip-hop scene.

Biography

ReQ Cartier was born TreQuan Love on April 28, 1991 in Brooklyn, NY. Hailing from the Bedford-Stuyvesant area of Brooklyn, ReQ is the oldest of his mother’s three children. From young, he was always interested in the music field. At the age of eleven, ReQ started songwriting, as a hobby to occupy free time after school. By the age of fourteen, he had moved onto recording his written work over instrumentals through a computer mic and a program, he mastered, known as Cool Edit Pro. In 2009, ReQ turned eighteen and decided to pursue a career in music. After years of studying the principles of being an artist and the music industry, he was ready to take a step into the entertainment world.
ReQ Cartier’s talents include rapping, singing, producing, and audio engineering, all self-taught. Through his music, it’s not hard to figure his influences with a flow of artists such as Jay-Z and Fabolous; yet a creative mind like Tyler, The Creator and Kanye West. ReQ is 1/2 of YPB, a rap duo, along with long-time best friend, Hollywood Rome. With hundreds of songs recorded, hundreds of songs engineered, thousands of downloads and thousands of online friends, ReQ Cartier’s buzz is one that will be worth the build-up as he strives to put New York back on top in the music industry.

Lyrics

Conscience Music

Written By: T. Love

Listening to Kendrick & tweeting a couple bitches//
Is my regular agenda since college I couldn't finish//
A dream of being a lawyer is now diminished//
Cause sallie Mae won't give me a loan//
I'll prolly be on my own, like when a father leaves a mother//
In dire need of some support, so my friends become my brothers//
Scrambling for change, just to recycle some shit up in my cycle//
Let's eat, like it's the last supper//
I feel like Jesus, I'm bringing a bunch of people together//
With so many against me...//
It seems like everybody hates ReQ//
The cameras is on, they'll prolly watch me to my death//
I struggle to eat, rather spend my money on these beats//
Till my message is heard, I rather sleep when I'm deceased nigga//
That's grind for ya//
Stone cold voice, that's the bottom line for ya//
I see so many doubtin my decisions//
Like raven-symone tho, I got a vision//
Hoping that you follow me nigga & I ain't talking twitter//
But you prolly won't//
I'm spitting knowledge that niggas prolly won't ever quote//
Whatever floats ya boat//
I never tried to make a difference//
I'm painting a picture, niggas can't afford, my lyrics vivid//
But I'm rather timid//
Debating my decisions//
Drop out of school, try to make it with this rap shit//
I'm hoping that I see a million//
My mama proud that her only boy 21//
Never been to jail & I never had to use a gun//
Hard times motivate for change nigga//
You a rapper too but we ain't the same nigga//
You see me struggling to make it in this game nigga//
Feeling like Alicia cause you still don't know my name nigga//
Ha, these rap niggas lack a common mind//
So I kill em off of the books like its columbine//
Dot telling me I haven't reached my prime//
While ciara thinks my weakest shit is ahead of time//
Yet I contradict//
I rather be on the commercial sceneee//
Counting money & infinite bitches, yeah it's all a dream//
But instead, I'm working fast food//
Tryna help my mother make it in a world where money has no value//
New Yorkers stealing credit//
To do a lil debit//
illegal moves to impress these bitches//
So you buying Gucci for a coochie//
That probably got a history longer than them bugattis//
& that shit been hot since 99//
But I digress//
Lyrically venting this shit, that sit up on my chest//
In an effort to live the suite life, brothers keep ya head tight//
Never let em take away ya dreams, fuck a red light//

Conscience Music

Summers Eve

Written By: T. Love

[Hook x2]
[Sample]
I, had a dream
I had a dream I was on a cloud
A dream I was blowing it down
A dream I was snorting a mound

[Verse 1]
I'm on this never ending conquest
To find the woman of my dreams, I ain't found yet
Some say you'll catch her in the green rolled up in a cigarillo
A vixen love a baller, so I'm tryna be Carmelo
I see her everyday, I never knew her size
Be a nick or a dime or a dub from behind
Some say that she's exotic, something from the tropics
I heard she got a cousin that's runningback for the dolphins
And she keep a scent, niggas never turn down
Every hood nigga like to keep they volume up loud
Break her down, break her down, or throw her in the grinder
When I'm done, I don't want nobody else to find ya
Cause niggas is fiends, they'll come and pick up what you dropped off
Re-Roll a clip, and finish whatever is left off
I'm not a addict, but I got a habit
You got me on cloud 9 [inhale] I gotta have it
You're all in my dreams

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
I had a thing for a white bitch
She like to be under my nose where the snot sit
Far from a virgin, but she pure, had the white skin
I had a dose and it's been nosebleeds ever since
I wonder why I couldn't "live my life that way"
My pupils DILATED, PEOPLE wasn't feelin me
When I was with her, my temperature, was similar to Nine-Eleven
And then it came to an end, Armageddon
Christina, Brittany, Marilyn, I would say confused
Came from Columbia so her name was mistakable
Cause it's just so ironic, to find a lil Becky
In a land of straight Hispanics, but I'm second guessing
UH
I had to let her go
Cause she took over my mind & in my soul
I wasn't ready & strokes come at any time or age
I'm just a young nigga focused on getting paid

[Hook] x2

[Verse 3]
Can't forget about my round bitch
They call her E, but to me, shes just an ex bitch
She hung with chicks of different color and of different size
But everybody knows they all the same when inside
She had my muscles all relaxed when I'm at peak
And paranoia took its toll when I was feeling weak
Had plenty liters of my sweat dripping from my feet
Which caused a whole lot of nights of me losing sleep
Somebody told me that these girls, i'ont need em
And if I put em down, as hard as I put it down in the sheets I'll be winning
An addict isn't something to achieve in, I'm tryna keep on dreaming
So best believe these bitches i'ont em
So now I'm only worried bout the greenery
Medical or monetary, either one is something that I'd rather see
But till I get em, I'm living life on a pivot
Withdrawal is coming, trust me I can feel it

[Hook x2]

Slow Down

Written By: T. Love

Rolling backwoods is my niggas hobby when we bored
Bitches drop they draws, when they see the face is bigger than Bens
Up on my watch, never throwing rice
Too busy investing into stocks
High Definition view up on my life
That static channel, I ran into it twice
Only if you been in the struggle, you understand
It was my goal to make noise in this world & didn't need any pots or pans
I'm on my wiz shit, I'm steady going up
The more I work, the more my dollars is going up
So as I'm coming up, I hope these young niggas taking in the knowledge that I'm kicking to ya skull bruh
(Re-Re-Re) Real shit, pass another tissue roll
I flush em out, no time for any subliminals
And with the lyrics yo, it's like give & go
I do a show and end my night with a centerfold

High times
Laid back iTunes playing How Fly
Slapping high fives to the thoughts of making it out the hood
Now my grass is greener, I told Brooklyn that I'm good
Nobody understands what's it like to count a G
Unless you flipped a couple packs of the tree
Instead my niggas blowing leaves, never had to sell
Got a lot of connects to get a breeze, if we need one
So call me what you want, just never call me broke
A nigga mind always going where the paper go
You know my inkwell's always filled with ink
Well, let me write these lyrics till my hand swells (swells)
Damn, living life tryna dodge a bullet
Too many things can be the gun, but whose gonna pull it
You know I'm wildin tho........
Wake up.....

Discography

The Suite Life (2013)
High Maintenance: The EP (2011)