No Mentions
Why the opps pretend
They know i get first ups so imma win
So just run like the wind
Cause here go J4 swinging with his blick
They say we posed to go
Who really down to slide and up the score
No its no toe to toe
You think bout taking mine we taking four
Come and play with mines they all gone die
Bruh that lack just first to go
Them hoes just for the cho
So that would be a shame to trust a hoe
I still be with the gang so use your brain
Just thought lil bro should know
And what he waiting for
Fasho he know the glizzy been on go
I'm just gone kick the door
Whoever on that side gone be some ghosts
Still got no mentions though
They wanna be some opps aint got no poles
You better play your role
Before I grab the heat and make some toast
And we got aim with poles
Aint shit to ditch the stick we laying low
My dreams might come to past
But tell me who the fuck gone take my soul
I gotta sight that glow
Tryna make they ass Casper friendly ghost
It's just me and the bros
My downfall far from being a broke lil hoe
Get in this bitch and smoke
Record that fye shit y'all been waiting on
And what I do it for
The grind for who i love if they aint know
Still in the trenches though
I cop 2 pair of shoes i dropped like 4
My money getting long
But that dont fix the fact my heart been broke
Aint take too many losses
Sliding like the opps up on the score
Gone tell big bro to chill
Cause we got too much shit we living for
They act like they dont know
That all of us done beat the odds before
I aint gone switch the flow
That's just to show how long a rhyme can go
I aint gone leave the pole
Can't take my stick you know that I ain't go
Not searching for my soul
It aint for sell and i'm gone keep it close
You know I throw them 4's
And he got outta line bro cut his throat
What i been waiting for
You aint gone know less God go tell u so
So many ways to go
But y'all just feel like going cross my road
Why the opps pretend
They know i get first ups so imma win
So just run like the wind
Cause here go J4 swinging with his blick
They say we posed to go
Who really down to slide and up the score
No its no toe to toe
You think bout taking mine we taking four
Come and play with mines they all gone die
Bruh that lack just first to go
Them hoes just for the cho
So that would be a shame to trust a hoe
I still be with the gang so use your brain
Just thought lil bro should know
And what he waiting for
Fasho he know the glizzy been on go
I'm just gone kick the door
Whoever on that side gone be some ghosts
Still got no mentions though
They wanna be some opps aint got no poles
You better play your role
Before I grab the heat and make some toast
And we got aim with poles
Aint shit to ditch the stick we laying low
Bro imma die for mines
Alexa play his fucking casket closed
And when i sign to blow remember im the one nobody chose
I dont be liking those
Where the fuck you niggas was when i was broke
Like where you was when we was poor
And where you was when we was low
Straight out the mud for real
Survival tactics plus instinct to kill
We do this shit for real
Remember serving pills so when i left from school i had a meal
And that's my fucking deal
But they don't understand that struggle real
This song gone drop a tear or make you kill
Just tell me which is real
And im gone tote the steel
Cause niggas out here say they want the kill
Well do that shit for real
I run into you imma shoot to kill
No I ain't sparing shit
Cause bitch i only get one life to live
They say we posed to go
Who really down to slide and up the score
No its no toe to toe
You think bout taking mine we taking four
Come and play with mines they all gone die
Bruh that lack just first to go
Them hoes just for the cho
So that would be a shame to trust a hoe
I still be with the gang so use your brain
Just thought lil bro should know
And what he waiting for
Fasho he know the glizzy been on go
I'm just gone kick the door
Whoever on that side gone be some ghosts
Still got no mentions though
They wanna be some opps aint got no poles
You better play your role
Before I grab the heat and make some toast
And we got aim with poles
Aint shit to ditch the stick we laying low
They know i get first ups so imma win
So just run like the wind
Cause here go J4 swinging with his blick
They say we posed to go
Who really down to slide and up the score
No its no toe to toe
You think bout taking mine we taking four
Come and play with mines they all gone die
Bruh that lack just first to go
Them hoes just for the cho
So that would be a shame to trust a hoe
I still be with the gang so use your brain
Just thought lil bro should know
And what he waiting for
Fasho he know the glizzy been on go
I'm just gone kick the door
Whoever on that side gone be some ghosts
Still got no mentions though
They wanna be some opps aint got no poles
You better play your role
Before I grab the heat and make some toast
And we got aim with poles
Aint shit to ditch the stick we laying low
My dreams might come to past
But tell me who the fuck gone take my soul
I gotta sight that glow
Tryna make they ass Casper friendly ghost
It's just me and the bros
My downfall far from being a broke lil hoe
Get in this bitch and smoke
Record that fye shit y'all been waiting on
And what I do it for
The grind for who i love if they aint know
Still in the trenches though
I cop 2 pair of shoes i dropped like 4
My money getting long
But that dont fix the fact my heart been broke
Aint take too many losses
Sliding like the opps up on the score
Gone tell big bro to chill
Cause we got too much shit we living for
They act like they dont know
That all of us done beat the odds before
I aint gone switch the flow
That's just to show how long a rhyme can go
I aint gone leave the pole
Can't take my stick you know that I ain't go
Not searching for my soul
It aint for sell and i'm gone keep it close
You know I throw them 4's
And he got outta line bro cut his throat
What i been waiting for
You aint gone know less God go tell u so
So many ways to go
But y'all just feel like going cross my road
Why the opps pretend
They know i get first ups so imma win
So just run like the wind
Cause here go J4 swinging with his blick
They say we posed to go
Who really down to slide and up the score
No its no toe to toe
You think bout taking mine we taking four
Come and play with mines they all gone die
Bruh that lack just first to go
Them hoes just for the cho
So that would be a shame to trust a hoe
I still be with the gang so use your brain
Just thought lil bro should know
And what he waiting for
Fasho he know the glizzy been on go
I'm just gone kick the door
Whoever on that side gone be some ghosts
Still got no mentions though
They wanna be some opps aint got no poles
You better play your role
Before I grab the heat and make some toast
And we got aim with poles
Aint shit to ditch the stick we laying low
Bro imma die for mines
Alexa play his fucking casket closed
And when i sign to blow remember im the one nobody chose
I dont be liking those
Where the fuck you niggas was when i was broke
Like where you was when we was poor
And where you was when we was low
Straight out the mud for real
Survival tactics plus instinct to kill
We do this shit for real
Remember serving pills so when i left from school i had a meal
And that's my fucking deal
But they don't understand that struggle real
This song gone drop a tear or make you kill
Just tell me which is real
And im gone tote the steel
Cause niggas out here say they want the kill
Well do that shit for real
I run into you imma shoot to kill
No I ain't sparing shit
Cause bitch i only get one life to live
They say we posed to go
Who really down to slide and up the score
No its no toe to toe
You think bout taking mine we taking four
Come and play with mines they all gone die
Bruh that lack just first to go
Them hoes just for the cho
So that would be a shame to trust a hoe
I still be with the gang so use your brain
Just thought lil bro should know
And what he waiting for
Fasho he know the glizzy been on go
I'm just gone kick the door
Whoever on that side gone be some ghosts
Still got no mentions though
They wanna be some opps aint got no poles
You better play your role
Before I grab the heat and make some toast
And we got aim with poles
Aint shit to ditch the stick we laying low
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Powell
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