No More Chances (feat. King Kobi & Flexx)
Hop out at the scene yeah
Off-White on my buckle
Got them ribbed in my Rue jeans
Looking for some trouble
This that new generation
You can't catch me mumble
Got designer on me
Now we watch the ego crumble
Yeah I'm the man but I don't drink Kool-Aid
I've been on for a minute but I don't got no maid
All you do is get high tell me where is the C
I be lookin' so clean its like I dress in Febreeze
So much bass in the whip it started making me sick
I've been putting in some work you cannot cover this shift
How you out here clowning but you got two kids
How you say that cops ain't bad when they just shot two kids
I might just cop two whips
And give 'em to the city
That way all my brothers in the street can all ride with me
Yeah they all vibe with me and I cannot be tamed
So much fire in the booth I'm lookin' just like La Flame
What's up
We be trapping out the basement
Came from nothing tell them all that I fucking made it
This ain't no guess it's a motherfucking statement
This beat like a canvas call me Bob Ross my flow creative
Call me Uzi cuz I'm racing Lambos
This beat a doozie Dante with the ammo
We just climbing no we will not plateau
You will never pass me so keep living in my shadow
Veins full of ice
Veins full of ice
Veins full of ice
Veins full of ice
Never would've thought that
I'd be the one that brought back
All the talent from this area on one track
Make a beat with so much fuel you might need a gas mask
Got King Cole in the back but no Nat
Lex Luther with the hazmat
We on the fast track to making the cash
While you making some duds I'll be making collabs
Better backtrack your last track or it could be bad
I'm like fashionable Ye how I'm rapping is mad
Never thought that I could rap fast
Always thought that you rap bad
Pull up (Pop pop)
That's that
Say something I'll get the last laugh
Oh you getting money
I don't count unemployment checks nah you front it's funny
I'll be back to flex while you stay stunting
All you do is trip you must be a druggie
If you think that anyone can rise above me
I'll be a million miles above thee
And I cannot stop now
Like my music loud when I'm in your town
Time to bow
Worship the crown
Running up bands
We be trapping out the basement
Came from nothing tell them all that I fucking made it
This ain't no guess it's a motherfucking statement
This beat like a canvas call me Bob Ross my flow creative
Call me Uzi cuz I'm racing Lambos
This beat a doozie Dante with the ammo
We just climbing no we will not plateau
You will never pass me so keep living in my shadow
Off-White on my buckle
Got them ribbed in my Rue jeans
Looking for some trouble
This that new generation
You can't catch me mumble
Got designer on me
Now we watch the ego crumble
Yeah I'm the man but I don't drink Kool-Aid
I've been on for a minute but I don't got no maid
All you do is get high tell me where is the C
I be lookin' so clean its like I dress in Febreeze
So much bass in the whip it started making me sick
I've been putting in some work you cannot cover this shift
How you out here clowning but you got two kids
How you say that cops ain't bad when they just shot two kids
I might just cop two whips
And give 'em to the city
That way all my brothers in the street can all ride with me
Yeah they all vibe with me and I cannot be tamed
So much fire in the booth I'm lookin' just like La Flame
What's up
We be trapping out the basement
Came from nothing tell them all that I fucking made it
This ain't no guess it's a motherfucking statement
This beat like a canvas call me Bob Ross my flow creative
Call me Uzi cuz I'm racing Lambos
This beat a doozie Dante with the ammo
We just climbing no we will not plateau
You will never pass me so keep living in my shadow
Veins full of ice
Veins full of ice
Veins full of ice
Veins full of ice
Never would've thought that
I'd be the one that brought back
All the talent from this area on one track
Make a beat with so much fuel you might need a gas mask
Got King Cole in the back but no Nat
Lex Luther with the hazmat
We on the fast track to making the cash
While you making some duds I'll be making collabs
Better backtrack your last track or it could be bad
I'm like fashionable Ye how I'm rapping is mad
Never thought that I could rap fast
Always thought that you rap bad
Pull up (Pop pop)
That's that
Say something I'll get the last laugh
Oh you getting money
I don't count unemployment checks nah you front it's funny
I'll be back to flex while you stay stunting
All you do is trip you must be a druggie
If you think that anyone can rise above me
I'll be a million miles above thee
And I cannot stop now
Like my music loud when I'm in your town
Time to bow
Worship the crown
Running up bands
We be trapping out the basement
Came from nothing tell them all that I fucking made it
This ain't no guess it's a motherfucking statement
This beat like a canvas call me Bob Ross my flow creative
Call me Uzi cuz I'm racing Lambos
This beat a doozie Dante with the ammo
We just climbing no we will not plateau
You will never pass me so keep living in my shadow
Credits
Writer(s): Cole Kobylski
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.