No Name #1
Haha
Bris
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
Back on my grind, really never left
At the Bluenote, smoking top shelf
Niggas want me dead
Nigga keep praying
Nigga no complaining
My life amazing
But
I'm fucked up on my mental
Don't know what I done been through
Don't know what I done ran from
Won't believe who I ran too
This pain is scorching through my eyes, like Cyclops
The way the money pourin' in watch the sky fall
Like rainfall
All I'm feinin' is some strippers stripping
I can have a ball
On my, ballssss
Rapping out bout real life
Somethin' niggas don't know about
Man, I'm tryna go and get it like a mother fucking cheetah
Dying off in the fucking winter
Cause he didn't have no fucking heater
Man, my flow is so undefeated
Bout to blow, and then beat the Beatles
Where your money at
On the eagles
Nah, i'm just playing but my flow insane mane
Over 10,000 hours inside this fucking basement
No time for complaining
No time for hating
Baby
Rest in peace to my grandma
And I missed her funeral, I'm dead wrong
So much pain on my brain
Its like weight
I can't maintain
Too much yak in the cup
Bout to throw up
I need to stop and think
Too much weed in the blunt
Gotta roll up
The spliff is almost done
Too much lean and I slurr
Life is a blur, and I need to return
Too much lies with the bullshit
Like, who is this
I'm not concerned
I don't even wanna hear it
I'm too coherent
You better talk to Siri
Now our future kinda looking weary
Nah, i'm playing though, it sounds scary
Shout out to my neighbor
His name is Barry
I don't even know why I said that
But I gotta go and bring the track back
Like a DJ, he played the track back
Taking off, don't need a jet pack
Yeah, i'm snapping like a fucking snap back
Linebacker and you will get crack-backed
If a cracka tryna run up past me
But I need to go and talk to pastor
Praying that he may have the answers
And my nigga O just got cancer
I don't even know what to ask for
Pray for all the souls
Everlasting
Sorry to deal with the madness
Sorry to heal with the sadness
But its just life and it happens
Sorry to heal with the sadness
But it's just life and it happens
Yeah
Niggas think i'm running
Nigga never not
Nigga never stopping
Running from the cops
Niggas claiming i'm not
But I'm bout to go punch in the clock
Aye
Bris
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
Back on my grind, really never left
At the Bluenote, smoking top shelf
Niggas want me dead
Nigga keep praying
Nigga no complaining
My life amazing
But
I'm fucked up on my mental
Don't know what I done been through
Don't know what I done ran from
Won't believe who I ran too
This pain is scorching through my eyes, like Cyclops
The way the money pourin' in watch the sky fall
Like rainfall
All I'm feinin' is some strippers stripping
I can have a ball
On my, ballssss
Rapping out bout real life
Somethin' niggas don't know about
Man, I'm tryna go and get it like a mother fucking cheetah
Dying off in the fucking winter
Cause he didn't have no fucking heater
Man, my flow is so undefeated
Bout to blow, and then beat the Beatles
Where your money at
On the eagles
Nah, i'm just playing but my flow insane mane
Over 10,000 hours inside this fucking basement
No time for complaining
No time for hating
Baby
Rest in peace to my grandma
And I missed her funeral, I'm dead wrong
So much pain on my brain
Its like weight
I can't maintain
Too much yak in the cup
Bout to throw up
I need to stop and think
Too much weed in the blunt
Gotta roll up
The spliff is almost done
Too much lean and I slurr
Life is a blur, and I need to return
Too much lies with the bullshit
Like, who is this
I'm not concerned
I don't even wanna hear it
I'm too coherent
You better talk to Siri
Now our future kinda looking weary
Nah, i'm playing though, it sounds scary
Shout out to my neighbor
His name is Barry
I don't even know why I said that
But I gotta go and bring the track back
Like a DJ, he played the track back
Taking off, don't need a jet pack
Yeah, i'm snapping like a fucking snap back
Linebacker and you will get crack-backed
If a cracka tryna run up past me
But I need to go and talk to pastor
Praying that he may have the answers
And my nigga O just got cancer
I don't even know what to ask for
Pray for all the souls
Everlasting
Sorry to deal with the madness
Sorry to heal with the sadness
But its just life and it happens
Sorry to heal with the sadness
But it's just life and it happens
Yeah
Niggas think i'm running
Nigga never not
Nigga never stopping
Running from the cops
Niggas claiming i'm not
But I'm bout to go punch in the clock
Aye
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Writer(s): Christopher Evans
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