No Life's
You know how we in this shit
You know they lookin down on us
When we at the top they proud of us
And nobody's really stoppin us
And Man E Fest is on this beat
I'm spittin that heat
They ain't touchin us we on this sheet
I took a shit
Ok I'm ready lets get lit
I can't express how happy I am
Who I am
Who am I
My name ain't Sam
Oh got damn
This beat is that jam
I'm bout to go ham
I'm about to go wit my fam
That stands for family
I already know there's a catastrophe
That shit rhymed
I'm outta time
But I can't stop writin
Or stop rappin
Doin this shit while y'all are trappin
That shit dumb but y'all do you
When y'all get caught I told you
And y'all gonna catch the flu
Or other diseases
Like these treeshes
That be out in these streets
Chillin wit niggas that doin nothin wit they life
Y'all girls need to get a job and start to live ya life
These girls is gon die or deal wit hella strife
But don't worry there's time for change
Don't do it unless you rearrange
And if you do you gonna be estranged
But that's y'all life and not my life
But I'm givin you some advice
Take it or leave it
And if you leave it you gonna be defeated
I can be liked or hated
Go and get decimated
Go ahead get baited
Go and get assassinated
That ain't my life you playin wit
I'm doin my own thing which is rappin shit
Not trappin shit
I'm doin this English lyricist hip hop rap shit
You niggas think ya life is the realist
But its really not
You niggas is just some fuckin losers
Put you niggas in some fuckin coolers
Think it's cool being a shooter
Y'all niggas ain't some shooters
Like I said you niggas is some losers
I can't stand y'all bitches
Although I'm not better than you
I'm doin more then you
So in my book I'm better than you
Don't believe me it's true
Can't accept the truth your delusional
And I know it's really painful
At the end of the day you know I'm right
And your wrong
Go leave and hit your bong
Go smoke your life away
Go drink and hit your head
On the news sayin that your dead
Gettin my money up and I ain't stoppin
Goin to three four five places to go shoppin
Droppin two three hundred dollars for some food
I'm that guy and I'm that dude
I ain't talkin bout the meme
But I guess that's what it seems
Even though I'm jus rappin like a lyricist
Niggas know I'm killin this
But they hatin so they say I'm not
And I'm hot and they cold
Time to check they temperature
They gettin hot so release the pressure
You know they lookin down on us
When we at the top they proud of us
And nobody's really stoppin us
And Man E Fest is on this beat
I'm spittin that heat
They ain't touchin us we on this sheet
I took a shit
Ok I'm ready lets get lit
I can't express how happy I am
Who I am
Who am I
My name ain't Sam
Oh got damn
This beat is that jam
I'm bout to go ham
I'm about to go wit my fam
That stands for family
I already know there's a catastrophe
That shit rhymed
I'm outta time
But I can't stop writin
Or stop rappin
Doin this shit while y'all are trappin
That shit dumb but y'all do you
When y'all get caught I told you
And y'all gonna catch the flu
Or other diseases
Like these treeshes
That be out in these streets
Chillin wit niggas that doin nothin wit they life
Y'all girls need to get a job and start to live ya life
These girls is gon die or deal wit hella strife
But don't worry there's time for change
Don't do it unless you rearrange
And if you do you gonna be estranged
But that's y'all life and not my life
But I'm givin you some advice
Take it or leave it
And if you leave it you gonna be defeated
I can be liked or hated
Go and get decimated
Go ahead get baited
Go and get assassinated
That ain't my life you playin wit
I'm doin my own thing which is rappin shit
Not trappin shit
I'm doin this English lyricist hip hop rap shit
You niggas think ya life is the realist
But its really not
You niggas is just some fuckin losers
Put you niggas in some fuckin coolers
Think it's cool being a shooter
Y'all niggas ain't some shooters
Like I said you niggas is some losers
I can't stand y'all bitches
Although I'm not better than you
I'm doin more then you
So in my book I'm better than you
Don't believe me it's true
Can't accept the truth your delusional
And I know it's really painful
At the end of the day you know I'm right
And your wrong
Go leave and hit your bong
Go smoke your life away
Go drink and hit your head
On the news sayin that your dead
Gettin my money up and I ain't stoppin
Goin to three four five places to go shoppin
Droppin two three hundred dollars for some food
I'm that guy and I'm that dude
I ain't talkin bout the meme
But I guess that's what it seems
Even though I'm jus rappin like a lyricist
Niggas know I'm killin this
But they hatin so they say I'm not
And I'm hot and they cold
Time to check they temperature
They gettin hot so release the pressure
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Writer(s): Emmanuelle White
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