No Clue

Silent
I've been fighting
With me

Take it back
Take it back
Don't know how to feel
I was 10 when got a feel
To go and win
And ever since, I gotta get
When I gotta minute
Living on the edge
Independent
been on the winning ohh

Oh I'm back with the flow
Attacking you all
With a rhyme that is old
And a pot with no gold
And the passion is poured
Into the music I wrote
For the people who know
And the people who know

I'm going for hours
Like time could be sold
I'm working too hard
Like a kid with low scores
And a parent who scolds
And a dream that is told
Everyday in his notes
God damn

Finna rap till it's mayhem
Till my PayPal got fives
On the payment
Till I get two hundred
On the savings
Imma clap back
With the flow like I'm raging
Get out of my parents' basement
Get a job like rapping on stages
Finna pop, like cola on mentos
I'm rapping till I make it on top
I've been through

Wondering woah
How could I make it
Take all my energy
Put it on paper
Work like a man on a mission
Like I'm coming for Brizzy's
Occupation
God damn
The kid is too fast
Like Jabba changing genre
From ape Sia to masa
I'm just playing, goddamn wassup ohh

Got no clue (I got none)
I got no clue (I got none)
I got no clue (I got none)
I got no, got none
I got no clue (I got none)
I got no clue (I got none)
I got no clue (I got none)
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Take back, what you can take back
Imma say that for the one time
When your plain trapped
Plain act is a fail trap
When you aim back, Too far
Is a statement, that you make when
You are too stuck, living on the pavement
Stuck too broke, cashing for payments
I've been on track, about to make something
Gotta get the new wave, onto something

Ya if get to pull up in an Enzo
I dont wanna hear you fing asking where benz tho
I aint got time to feed your broke ass
Need a fast track
For the gas I be fucking
Up the racks
Sit in a Bugatti
I ain't driving it
Cash flow weak but know all my bars are lit
Fing with a stripper but I ain't gon hit or miss
Yo mun pass da boof
You might count an assist

Okay you don't know nothing
We go to place and we see you loving
The stay, where your heart and your mind
Is cunning, you know what you want
But you won't get nothing.
It's late, I'm tired, I'm about to eat something
But no, my body and mind is stuck
In a place
Where I can't seem to come out of it
Or get anything done to
Get the assist Damn
I need get planned
To get something to happen
On track
Dealt with good hands
But God bless I got
Some Good fans
Who love my own craft
And nothing gets past us (Past us)
And nothing gets past us

Got no clue (I got none)
I got no clue (I got none)
I got no clue (I got none)
I got no, got none
I got no clue (I got none)
I got no clue (I got none)
I got no clue (I got none)
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro



Credits
Writer(s): Mithun Mukundan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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