No Spring Break

A lot gon talk about me
I don't feel shit
'Cause they won't lay a finger
On me and that's real shit
But lay one on my family
Watch what you deal with
My conviction list
Finna get filled quick
Masked up in quarantine
But I'd get real sick
Diabolical I'd let my demons
Flip my kill switch
Strip you of yo
Pride it wasn't real stitch
Make you stutter like James
Carter wit Gefilte fish
Don't get tangled in this
Shit, like you Will Smith
You think ya words are shocking I tongue kiss electric eels' lips
Couldn't take the ride so they Hopped off I gave a real tip
A certain two the only ones'
Gripping on this gear shift
But y'all Been outta pocket
Forgot ya pool stick
Like You chose birth in 2060
On June 6th
You really think that
Dollars make the cool kids
That'll change when I slap you
With sense
Don't get ya cool whipped

No spring break
I been in quarantine
Tryna make a name for myself
I done lost a lot of people over time
But time flew connecting flights 'cause when it landed
I found my help
I got my team for life
A week ain't nun
For billion dollar discussions
Talkin' bout how we'll
Design our wealth
And take over the world
And the all haters be our
Subjects they gon' try n' show us
Loving now you see how we felt
Don't bite the hand you dealt

Been writing verses five years Look how fast this shit went
They really poems but you
Know I still be rappin' this gift
Six years ago I prolly can't Imagine this shit
Damn, I
Think I'd prolly laugh at this shit
Now I got the game on ice
Cubes I put my back in it
Said you want a problem with me
Then you want bad business
Y'all really let y'all money make Y'all savages
Y'all like teachers in the
Summer ain't got no class with this
Airplanes, ready for take off
Unchained, feel like a stray dog
And Only God knows
Who imma inspire
The young man with a plan straight outta Glenshire

No spring break
I been in quarantine
Tryna make a name for myself
I done lost a lot of people over time
But time flew connecting flights 'cause when it landed
I found my help
I got my team for life
A week ain't nun
For billion dollar discussions
Talkin' bout how we'll
Design our wealth
And take over the world
And the all haters be our
Subjects they gon' try n' show us
Loving now you see how we felt
Don't bite the hand you dealt



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Writer(s): Tyler Johnson
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