No Setup

Bout to tear it down, no setup
Never see me sitting 'round, no let up
Notify me, when you guys know better

Can't come around me less I go vet 'em
They all wanna talk like I won't let 'em
But you get it from the source when I'm on records

For the record: I ain't tryna be no coach to ya
Man's go send DMs tryna boast to ya
Talking about likes and the plays, got a host of 'em

I ain't been the type that'll pay for the posting
3k on the gram, and he hurt
I ain't tryna damage the man, but it's certain
Ain't no contest, need the fam with you first

Yeah

For what it's worth (Yeah)
Y'all ain't been slick with the punch-ins (Nah)
Whole time off with it Who signed off on it?
Came back champ, so I'm Gronk with it
This where the buck ends (Aye)

Crawl back in the hole you was stuck in (Go on)
Relaxed off a odorous substance (Go on)
Nothing wrong giving up what you love when you ain't really buzzing (You ain't no one)

Y'all buggin', and I mean that
Hit me in the DM for some feedback
Ain't even ask young man for the beatpack
Sent the link back, I don't need that

And I guess one time won't cut it
They swear that the world gon' love it
But one verse might break your budget (Yeah)

Bout to tear it down, no setup
Never see me sitting 'round, no let up
Notify me, when you guys know better

Can't come around me less I go vet 'em
They all wanna talk like I won't let 'em
But you get it from the source when I'm on records

For the record we don't miss any shots, every hit is to the head watch it
Face spinnin' like a vinyl top, dope lines need a detox
10 for 10, needle drop. Any beat that I speak off
They be fienen' and I don't stop, overdose 'em so I'm overlooked
Motives in motion I'm moving up, keep getting higher can't get enough
Reach for what's brighter don't dim the love, no shade in my shine they can't copy it
You're obvious, see all your jabs you ain't Ali, bitch
Box 'em out now they my audience
My rings in your grill like Audi is
Digits get flipped Olympics always original, they just resell the same gimmicks
When we win it don't get mentioned, it's been expected, a year ago they wouldn't listen
Now they switched up they opinions, if you pay a visit, shit, we ain't gon' pay attention
No more waiting, we conditioned, putting the game in submission, yeah

Bout to tear it down, no setup
Never see me sitting 'round, no let up
Notify me, when you guys know better

Can't come around me less I go vet 'em
They all wanna talk like I won't let 'em
But you get it from the source when I'm on records

Yeah

(Wooo!) What an entrance
Walk in the room, feel my presence
Y'all senseless, knocking off heads like a checklist
Me and the GOATS got resemblance, putting all gold on my necklace
Look at my chest, peep my pendants
Look at these kids in my mentions, feel like I got an apprentice
Feel like the one and it shows, known that shit back in the Groves
Know that I never changed goals, attitude changing like clothes
All you boys are like clones
Need all my diamonds in rows, lighting my cross up with stones
Please don't be calling my phone, ain't got no time for no ho
Know that my wifey like Vogue
Yeah, and I'm one-of-one
You pussies ain't shit but some one-and-dones
Looking at me like you one of us
To me, Clyde, and Def, you just runner ups
Yeah, and it's funny bruh
Fucking with us, you ain't done enough
Hit J over Zoom, told him "run it up"
Just wait 'til we come with the other one



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Quintana
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