No Brakes (feat. KidConscious)

It's all critical around here, public service announcement
Yea
Fuck what you thinking, I kill what you dreaming
Drop thirty like Luka D, D is for Demon
Fictitious ambition I think it I get it, you think it I slash, cut transmission
I'm in it and out of the shit like I'm flash on the dash
Shorty stuck up till I get in her ass, I get it I got it there's no need to brag
Yo shorty my shorty we keep playing tag

She suck my dick for a feature, when I meet her I don't greet her
Don't mislead her I just tease her, play her role Martin Gina
Tote the pipe if it's illegal change a nigga make him see through
Smoking gas yea it's lethal counting cash is what we do
I am not King I am god you niggas my son I am dad, I load up the clip it ain't hard

Look I do not compare to them cause they will just embarrass me
My lyrics kick they asses and the beat is an accessory
You be known to yap your lip, choose your sentence carefully
Going in steadily flows coming in heavily

I run through this money like Usain foot on the gas while I'm getting brain
Fucking your bitch on a big plane, she made me buss on her whole face
Trying to get rich in whatever way stacking those chips Frito-lay
If I take a loss then I bounce back never leave your crib without that
If I get caught just don't say shit, poker face on won't ever snitch

I'm loyal to myself so there's no room for infidelity
Now I see the truth now I see it with some clarity
I am the god I am the cause, I am the who I am the what
Pussy I hang you niggas lame I'm cooking the shit and I flame like Liu Kang



Credits
Writer(s): Darnell Fitzpatrick
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