No Hooks

Catch me back in the booth
I been cooking up a storm
Seems all I can do is let you know what I'm doing
When you come in second
Best to know what you're losing to
Now I'm cuffed
Y'all better just stop it
When I get buckets
Y'all better just cop this shit I'm dropping
'Cause I been feeling myself
These wins are filling my shelf
I'm killing this shit
It's Will and myself
I'm leading the field
I'm way too waved
I'm filling up way too much on smoke
I'm drinking up too much rum and not enough coke
My fire is way too stoked
I'm sparking up too much trouble when I hit my stride
It's pretty much cut and dried
You're pretty much slip and slide when I lose it
I been building my shit
But I am as far from bricks when it hits
When I jab to the right
Take two steps in and I step back
Throw it up (easy)
Every time I bang this shit, no bank
My buckets are cracked from deep
Mixing my games so you can see I'm cooking at my peak
I'm flipping this beat over olive oil
Look at my technique, so chic
You're looking like a damn antique
Pawn you for a dollar
When I move my queen to C4 and I go off
(I been left to myself for too long)
Now I'm back to writing from night to morning
And I'm taking over 'cause I can't stop scoring
My release is green when I let it fly
You were left on seen
I can't even size you up, it's no contest
I been on her mind
Goddamn, you been here the longest
I wouldn't take that shit to be honest
I wouldn't take up your time to be modest
You're only taking up my time as a novice
I'm too busy draped over a goddess
I promise you I been putting way more work in
You gotta see that's a different weight you're working
Look at the bars I'm lifting, I'm raising on the beat
When I turn up the heat, I'm undefeated
I been waiting for anyone to come and meet it
I been waiting for you to come jumping off two feet
And I'ma send shit back
Tryna tell you nicely
I'm all smiles until the beat ignites me
I'm alright until the drink's inside me
Then I'm really feeling like I'm on a roll
You're honorable,only worth a mention in the footnotes
You gotta know by now you can't cut
Quark antiquark pairs, you just can't cut it
You don't get buckets
Ya bum ass busted
I just keep going on and on
I'm laying tracks 'til the break of dawn
. don't know what y'all been smoking
But that's my heat on the stove that smells like good cooking
It smells like good cooking
I been left to myself for too long
I been throwing up shots
Don't none of them look wrong
This shit all jabs, no hooks
This shit all jabs, no hooks



Credits
Writer(s): Alvin Halimwidjaya
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