No Relation II (feat. Caitlyn Ballard)

Watch out for the ones that's watching you
Keep on scoping
Pull the trigger
Keep your focus, n
This ain't supposed to result in a lack fortune n
We make the most of the raps we stirring potion n
Is you sick
That's prolly cuz the game fucked up
Niggas want a buck but don't know how the change cut up
Nigga steady wilding saving hoes. They lame as fuck
I bet you imma walk through open doors yaw nigga be stuck
In the back ground
They hear the music and they ask what's that sound
I tell em it's the 90s and New Jack is coming back now
My nigga always graduate make sure you grab your cap gown
It's facts now
I been so high it's time that I come back down
Man, life be coming full circle. My circle got my back now
That fam fam
That's how we came up. We on jet packs now and we stay up
That elevator
We got the hat lounge
Aye that's mine, money don't flatline
Resuscitation for dead homies who got them bad times
Justification for the sentences bad judges crack down
We money bag signs
Before you puff you chest you better rest your eyes on Brandon
Before you find your purpose that's gon merge with all your missions
Before you go and let somebody tell you you ain't worth nun
I'm the one that kids salute they see me as a big homie
I'm the living walking talking proof of God and his son
In love with all my outcomes
So what to all my foul moments and luck to all my clout bums
These niggas really bout nun
I don't give a damn about your attitude and mouth guns
You don't have a chance even if you planned you looking spooked
I hear like all the time bout how you all up in the booth
Don't ask bout my personal
Don't say you coming through

Girl it's been a lonely night
And I feel it's only right
That we make up
That we make up
My dude where is your cool tonight
You're moving like you losing sight
I hope you wake up
I hope you wake up

They don't feel me, no
I just want someone to feel me



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Lubin
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