Point of No Return

I thought I told ya
I thought I told...
This ain't for Posers
This ain't no Joke
You getting closer
You about to learn
Homie you done reached the Point of No Return
I thought i told ya
I thought i told...
You about to wake up
See the Mirror Smoke
Who need some closure?
We got the Doja
We about to burn
Homie you done reached the Point of No Return

Call me King Profa I whip up the Pot
And make sure it's Scrumptious they like it a lot
You wanna see Numbers then pass me the Rock
I maneuver through Traffic I ain't gotta stop
If my Back's against the Wall
I'm a get it all
I don't mess with y'all
I just press Record
When i grow up I'm gon' be a rapper
And touch more Souls than that of a Pastor
Done with the Credit that ain't what I'm after
Tell them I said it if somebody ask ya
You getting all those who go to Church
I'm going after the People that aren't
But you act like you ain't seeing that Part
Dumb it down that's the key to they Hearts
Soul Glow I can see in the Dark
Gotta stoop down to bring them up North
This is the Moment we've been waiting for
They know who I am before I walk in the door look
I don't wanna make Music 'bout
How I make better Music than
Folks that claim they do this but
That just be what the truth is and
I'm not one to refuse it so
I'll just go ahead and do this man
Hey
This the Point of No Return No
Ain't no going back
A lot of bridges Finna burn and I just lit the Match
While they fighting over Crumbs i just whipped another Batch

If you wondering where I'm from it ain't no where on your Map

I thought I told ya I thought I told... This ain't for Posers
This ain't no Joke You getting closer You about to learn Homie you
Done reached the Point of No Return I thought i told ya I thought i
Told... You about to wake up See the Mirror Smoke Who need some
Closure? We got the Doja We about to burn Homie you done reached the
Point of No Return

Your mind is open Your Spirit's chosen Your Soul
Is Golden I'm about to go in Questions are what feed the Flame D.m.t.
Is what floods the Brain GQ mayne that be the name We are the ones
That blow the Gas You are the ones that owe our ass From saving y'all
From the upper cl- Wait,
Stealing and Dealing and Killing for Shillings Mess with my dogs then
I'll bite your Achilles I f*ck my b*tch then go eat at the Chili's
Aware of this World but where is the Hate Uploaded and hash-tagged
And thrown in our Face Troubling you to keep up with the pace You
Lose by a Hair when this is a Race I'm a Conscious N*gga Consciously
Causing, Conscious Shifts who's stopping me I'ma assassin' n*ggas
Odyssey Honestly Audibly I'm gossiping 'cause while Arm and Hammer's
Arming Power I'ma need an Arnold Palmer Sweet and Sour Why?
'Cause Boston Bosses bossing Bombers We're in a Stone Cold World full
Of Snakes Steve Austin You can find me in Austin I'm like the Miz boy
I'm Awesome Choke slam them in a Coffin I'm moving forward
You're standing still It's Delta there while its Gamma here



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Jackson, Isaiah Johnson
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