No Women No Kids

(You are still special)
Yeah
(Now open your eyes)
Uh

Whipped a half a brick, smell the white fumes (whip up)
Shit on my neck bright enough to light rooms (my shit lit up, right)
Leave a nigga body full of knife wounds (ha)
We tycoons, I'm a fly goon, ha
Only smokin' the best like DZA
Catch a bitch goin' through my pockets, I just might kill her (fuck is you doin', bitch?)
My young bitch 23, she dress like SZA
If I need a brick cook, I know the chef like RZA (talk to 'em)
Stackin' all this cream, they tryna inspect the method (ha)
Youngin scorin' on the opps, he 'bout to set the record (boom, boom, boom, boom!)
Nigga, I'm about to apply extra pressure (cap)

Rappers say they on my level, but have yet to measure (picture that, nigga)
Versace to my socks, boy, I'm extra fresher (you see me, bitch)
Throw my gloves on, screw on the TEC suppressor (what's poppin', nigga?)
They say I'm too passionate as a writer (ha)
But I don't give a fuck, that's what happen when you fire (ha!)

You can't tell me all these rappers not inspired
Before Reject two, niggas was rappin' like Designer
I'm that nigga if you have to just inquire
But you can visit my hood and go and ask if I'm a liar (go ask the real niggas)
Nigga, I pull the ratchet out and fire (boom, boom, boom!)
Alejandro Sosa the only cat that I aspire to be (brr)

Yeah, you know what's up, nigga
Uh, 50 rounds for you fuck niggas
I'm back in rare form, nigga
Yeah, Machine, bitch
Alchemist, oh my fuckin' God, nigga

Smash and scrape the whole summer, nigga
I promise you
I don't think nobody fuckin' wit' me
I'ma take that back
I know nobody ain't fuckin' wit' me, nigga
Point 'em out, Machine
Ouuu ehhhh
Ouuu ehhhh
Ouuu ehhhh
Ouuu ehhhh

You are still special (Ouuu ehhhh)
Now open your eyes (Ouuu ehhhh)

See all these niggas out here? (Mm)
Strugglin' to survive, man
When you strugglin' to survive, you need somebody to follow
So I figured, why not give 'em God?



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Maman
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