No Adlibs (freestyle)
Yea yeah
Yeah yeah
Hold down that weight I get back pains
They trynna knock me off track
I played the field wit some real ns
That I know aint ever coming back
Dont give a f how you feel n
My Heart Been Blue and Black
Move Wit That Tool Thats Tact
Put a n on the news thats that
Wont slip gotta keep my ns on the map
Black 4 door got my hoodie and a mask
He don't want no smoke we put ns in a pack
My young ns like sticking up traps
My young ns like swiping up sax
Got wild nas like Hatian Jack
It feel like a truck hit wit that Mack
We from Woo York we spin back
When they throw shots we throw back
Same energy by my lonely
You ns can't hold me
If you know me I had to give it up we was wilding on Codeine
Thats the old me
2 Stoleys, 2 Poleys, We 4 deep
Draft Stopper on the trap door neighbors nosey
Trust me n we aint the same
Got a big body it take up 2 lanes
Hang a rap n up by his chain
From the ugly side we aint playing no games
Scream the other side we throwing out flames
1 3 Got aim he aint need no range
Head tap new opp hanging on a chain
First class flight we aint put him on a plane
Yea
First class flight we aint put em on a plane
Yea
First class flight we aint put em on a plane
Head tap new opp hanging on a chain
1 3 Got aim he aint need no range
Head tap new opp hanging on a chain
First class flight we aint put him on a plane
When you the youngest in charge
They say to never get involved
I keep my middle finger up until a n dancing on the stars
I know some France girls
They like the sushi w caviar
Too much money around to still have it hard
Hustle til morning aint have a job
I had the soft and I had the hard
Yea
Like I got whatchu need
I got a flow so
I run it up out my sleep
I keep a halo close for every snake every thief
Or anything inbetween
This s a mack wit a beam
Pack gone I'm on a hater hunt
This a jungle full of wolves
Fur out the coat and I got my paper up
P boy I wish you would
Im wit the loc's but remind em of suge
Trynna get even I'm misunderstood
Cruise thru ya block
Dont gotta ask if I'm good
I keep a mask and a hood
Yea
1 3 Got aim he don't need no range
First class flight we aint put em on a plane
Head tap new opp hanging on a chain
1 3 Got aim he don't need no range
Head tap new opp hanging on a chain
First class flight we aint put him on a
Yeah yeah
Hold down that weight I get back pains
They trynna knock me off track
I played the field wit some real ns
That I know aint ever coming back
Dont give a f how you feel n
My Heart Been Blue and Black
Move Wit That Tool Thats Tact
Put a n on the news thats that
Wont slip gotta keep my ns on the map
Black 4 door got my hoodie and a mask
He don't want no smoke we put ns in a pack
My young ns like sticking up traps
My young ns like swiping up sax
Got wild nas like Hatian Jack
It feel like a truck hit wit that Mack
We from Woo York we spin back
When they throw shots we throw back
Same energy by my lonely
You ns can't hold me
If you know me I had to give it up we was wilding on Codeine
Thats the old me
2 Stoleys, 2 Poleys, We 4 deep
Draft Stopper on the trap door neighbors nosey
Trust me n we aint the same
Got a big body it take up 2 lanes
Hang a rap n up by his chain
From the ugly side we aint playing no games
Scream the other side we throwing out flames
1 3 Got aim he aint need no range
Head tap new opp hanging on a chain
First class flight we aint put him on a plane
Yea
First class flight we aint put em on a plane
Yea
First class flight we aint put em on a plane
Head tap new opp hanging on a chain
1 3 Got aim he aint need no range
Head tap new opp hanging on a chain
First class flight we aint put him on a plane
When you the youngest in charge
They say to never get involved
I keep my middle finger up until a n dancing on the stars
I know some France girls
They like the sushi w caviar
Too much money around to still have it hard
Hustle til morning aint have a job
I had the soft and I had the hard
Yea
Like I got whatchu need
I got a flow so
I run it up out my sleep
I keep a halo close for every snake every thief
Or anything inbetween
This s a mack wit a beam
Pack gone I'm on a hater hunt
This a jungle full of wolves
Fur out the coat and I got my paper up
P boy I wish you would
Im wit the loc's but remind em of suge
Trynna get even I'm misunderstood
Cruise thru ya block
Dont gotta ask if I'm good
I keep a mask and a hood
Yea
1 3 Got aim he don't need no range
First class flight we aint put em on a plane
Head tap new opp hanging on a chain
1 3 Got aim he don't need no range
Head tap new opp hanging on a chain
First class flight we aint put him on a
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Writer(s): Abdoulaye Traore
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