No Room
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8047
Miss me wit that sneak dissin shit
Man all these niggas bitches
Damn, if y'all gon be so feminine I might jus pay for dinner
Fucc em, then I never call
Fucc ya features
I don't want em
Fucc ya t-shirts and yo bars
Xanax, we all sleepin on em
Every single
GARBAGE
Heard yo mixtape, I don't want it
Save ya comments for the comments
All these new niggas so common
All these old niggas is Common preachin to a team of leaders
Everybody is a boss
Who is workin
I'm a dreamer
Sleep in class
Told my teacher fucc the grade point average
Imma savage
Kicced out math but I'm still adding
No subtraction
Unless we talkin less fake friends
In which case
How many friends can I fit in the Benz
Well lemme think
I guess me, myself, and I can share the same seat fine and
That jus leaves no room for you
Sorry (Damn)
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No room for you
No
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No
Why everytime I see you, you be needin some shit
Why everytime I see you, pussy bleedin and shit
In ya feelings bout something
But every single time I got nothin but some stress and some debt
You don't wanna picc up
Man fucc all that
I
I
I give up
Ain't about to be killin myself
Rebuildin myself
Every time a nigga needin some help
Take mine
Call myself bein of help
Hurtin mine
I'm jus bleedin myself dry
I guess it's the Mary in me
Got me tryna be friendly
But I'm jus fightin my instincts
Remember: enemies and friendly rhyme for a reason
My big bro taught me that
You can't be around and hold me bacc
I ain't goin. Change shows, niggas know how to act
Get em a Emmy, put a semi all in they bacc
Let em finish they speech and clap
Clap
Clap for a nigga wit his rappin ass
Send em on the way wit a trash bag wit his trash ass
That's that
No room for a fucc nigga. That's facts
Sorry, not sorry
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No room for you
No
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No
No room for the bullshit
Wait, hol up. Lemme cool it
You must think I'm stupid
I mean what I look
Really
Retarded or somethin
I ain't a genius but a nigga went to Harvard or somethin
I'm smart like it anyway
Sharper than a switchblade, Ginsu
When the fucc it's gon get thru
Everybody wit you ain't wit you
I mean let's reverse rolls, switch shoes
What if it was you always lookin out
But shit hit the fan and ya mans dipped out
They was down what it was champagne, gold chains
But when the checc came everybody rolled out
Whoa now
Where ya gonna go now when the money low now and all ya homies low down
What ya got to show now
Not a goddamn thang
See ya better on ya own now
Not sorry
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No room for you
No
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No room for you
No
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No
AY
80
80
80
8
8047
Miss me wit that sneak dissin shit
Man all these niggas bitches
Damn, if y'all gon be so feminine I might jus pay for dinner
Fucc em, then I never call
Fucc ya features
I don't want em
Fucc ya t-shirts and yo bars
Xanax, we all sleepin on em
Every single
GARBAGE
Heard yo mixtape, I don't want it
Save ya comments for the comments
All these new niggas so common
All these old niggas is Common preachin to a team of leaders
Everybody is a boss
Who is workin
I'm a dreamer
Sleep in class
Told my teacher fucc the grade point average
Imma savage
Kicced out math but I'm still adding
No subtraction
Unless we talkin less fake friends
In which case
How many friends can I fit in the Benz
Well lemme think
I guess me, myself, and I can share the same seat fine and
That jus leaves no room for you
Sorry (Damn)
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No room for you
No
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No
Why everytime I see you, you be needin some shit
Why everytime I see you, pussy bleedin and shit
In ya feelings bout something
But every single time I got nothin but some stress and some debt
You don't wanna picc up
Man fucc all that
I
I
I give up
Ain't about to be killin myself
Rebuildin myself
Every time a nigga needin some help
Take mine
Call myself bein of help
Hurtin mine
I'm jus bleedin myself dry
I guess it's the Mary in me
Got me tryna be friendly
But I'm jus fightin my instincts
Remember: enemies and friendly rhyme for a reason
My big bro taught me that
You can't be around and hold me bacc
I ain't goin. Change shows, niggas know how to act
Get em a Emmy, put a semi all in they bacc
Let em finish they speech and clap
Clap
Clap for a nigga wit his rappin ass
Send em on the way wit a trash bag wit his trash ass
That's that
No room for a fucc nigga. That's facts
Sorry, not sorry
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No room for you
No
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No
No room for the bullshit
Wait, hol up. Lemme cool it
You must think I'm stupid
I mean what I look
Really
Retarded or somethin
I ain't a genius but a nigga went to Harvard or somethin
I'm smart like it anyway
Sharper than a switchblade, Ginsu
When the fucc it's gon get thru
Everybody wit you ain't wit you
I mean let's reverse rolls, switch shoes
What if it was you always lookin out
But shit hit the fan and ya mans dipped out
They was down what it was champagne, gold chains
But when the checc came everybody rolled out
Whoa now
Where ya gonna go now when the money low now and all ya homies low down
What ya got to show now
Not a goddamn thang
See ya better on ya own now
Not sorry
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No room for you
No
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No room for you
No
No room
No room
No room for you
No room for you
No
AY
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