No Chill
Can they keep they cool
I Don't Know
Ain't no coat
Can't be hanging with no hoes
Try and bend the rules
Until something get broke
Took too many steps
In these shoes ain't no joke
Ain't no looking back
Too busy moving forward
Nothing in the past
Can hold me back no more
Always came in last
Cause I put niggas first
Got to keep a strap
To stay out of that hearse
Yo bitch can get snatched
Like a designer purse
My hands and her ass
Make it clap, go to work
Ain't no question to ask
When you know what you worth
I can not go out bad
Got my dick out the dirt
If the pussy is trash
Ima yeet when I skurt
I know that you sad but
We both done got hurt
You think that
This is what
I expected at first
I'm looking for Perry
Phineas and Ferb
No scary terry
Bitches nightmares
Is cured
You can call me Ted
But I'm no teddy bear
You got to have some lead
So that Pb can spread
She gone open her legs
If I bring out this bread
Coming back to life
Cause I bring back the dead
Got to have some light
All this darkness that shed
I use to get my licks
Off of craigslist
If I can't flip a brick
I'm a hit up the whip
If I don't get a grip
I start losing my shit
Like to bust the bag open
Like a bag of a chip
And these niggas be
Hoping that a nigga slip
Finna break the system
Stop playing games wit em
Finna break the system
Stop playing games wit em
Finna break the system
Stop playing games wit em
Man stop playing with them
Got out momma kitchen
Went to different districts
Never was a victim
Always been bout business
Don't let him off da leash
He gonna go get him
Feet in the sand at beach
They gone go missing
Keep on winning
Completing all of dese missons
I am but I'm not tryna make
Me a killing
Get out your feelings
Help me count up a million
So many light years
Done buzzed up
Past the ceilings
No convictions
Just some felonies
Still pending
The D.A mad at my ass
Cause I'm not snitching
Not even the bros or hoes
I can't mention
FreeDaOnes that's sitting
Smoke high class
In the clouds
Where I'm steering
No pilot but the auto
Have him flying glaring
Parachute drop him down
Where he landing
Dis ship too titanic
It's making them panic
Finna break the system
Stop playing games wit em
Finna break the system
Stop playing games wit em
Finna break the system
Stop playing games wit em
I Don't Know
Ain't no coat
Can't be hanging with no hoes
Try and bend the rules
Until something get broke
Took too many steps
In these shoes ain't no joke
Ain't no looking back
Too busy moving forward
Nothing in the past
Can hold me back no more
Always came in last
Cause I put niggas first
Got to keep a strap
To stay out of that hearse
Yo bitch can get snatched
Like a designer purse
My hands and her ass
Make it clap, go to work
Ain't no question to ask
When you know what you worth
I can not go out bad
Got my dick out the dirt
If the pussy is trash
Ima yeet when I skurt
I know that you sad but
We both done got hurt
You think that
This is what
I expected at first
I'm looking for Perry
Phineas and Ferb
No scary terry
Bitches nightmares
Is cured
You can call me Ted
But I'm no teddy bear
You got to have some lead
So that Pb can spread
She gone open her legs
If I bring out this bread
Coming back to life
Cause I bring back the dead
Got to have some light
All this darkness that shed
I use to get my licks
Off of craigslist
If I can't flip a brick
I'm a hit up the whip
If I don't get a grip
I start losing my shit
Like to bust the bag open
Like a bag of a chip
And these niggas be
Hoping that a nigga slip
Finna break the system
Stop playing games wit em
Finna break the system
Stop playing games wit em
Finna break the system
Stop playing games wit em
Man stop playing with them
Got out momma kitchen
Went to different districts
Never was a victim
Always been bout business
Don't let him off da leash
He gonna go get him
Feet in the sand at beach
They gone go missing
Keep on winning
Completing all of dese missons
I am but I'm not tryna make
Me a killing
Get out your feelings
Help me count up a million
So many light years
Done buzzed up
Past the ceilings
No convictions
Just some felonies
Still pending
The D.A mad at my ass
Cause I'm not snitching
Not even the bros or hoes
I can't mention
FreeDaOnes that's sitting
Smoke high class
In the clouds
Where I'm steering
No pilot but the auto
Have him flying glaring
Parachute drop him down
Where he landing
Dis ship too titanic
It's making them panic
Finna break the system
Stop playing games wit em
Finna break the system
Stop playing games wit em
Finna break the system
Stop playing games wit em
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Writer(s): Darien Wade
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