No Debate
Fuck what they say, today my day
Make em eat they words, I ain't got time to play
I'm on a mission bout to get it in they face
Social distance, I just call it MySpace
Ain't got no time to waste, send all my money to Safe, roll up eighth
Solo to the face, I love the ZA ZA taste, no debate
Ima be one of the greats, ever come out my state, no debate
Always keep it real, I ain't never been fake, no debate
I ain't going back and forth wit niggaz, like we in a tennis match
The way that I murder beats, they asking where the witness at
Movie, this shit cinematic, rated r, really graphic
I could never use yall tactics, yall niggaz be straight acting
I be preaching, Jessie Jackson, talent like the Jackson 5
A motherfucking thriller, I would say that if Mike was alive
I be on another kind, I call it that porcupine
Cause it be so sticky, it have me Bobby and Whitney high
Fuck what they say, today my day
Make em eat they words, I ain't got time to play
I'm on a mission bout to get it in they face
Social distance, I just call it MySpace
Ain't got no time to waste, send all my money to Safe, roll up eighth
Solo to the face, I love the ZA ZA taste, no debate
Ima be one of the greats, ever come out my state, no debate
Always keep it real, I ain't never been fake, no debate
I'm really that guy fr, I ain't talking bout Teddy Riley
Yeah a real bad azz and no my daughter name ain't Ivy
I'm from where shit get grimey, still shine like a iced timepiece
Keep them fuck niggaz from round me
And bitch I'm cocky, Clowney Silver City where the found me
Cross the track on the dirt road
R.I.P to cuz, I remember when everything round the church sewed
Real recognize real, when you out here in the field
I ain't got shit to prove, Chefboyarcee, still
Fuck what they say, today my day
Make em eat they words, I ain't got time to play
I'm on a mission bout to get it in they face
Social distance, I just call it MySpace
Ain't got no time to waste, send all my money to Safe, roll up eighth
Solo to the face, I love the ZA ZA taste, no debate
Ima be one of the greats, ever come out my state, no debate
Always keep it real, I ain't never been fake, no debate
Make em eat they words, I ain't got time to play
I'm on a mission bout to get it in they face
Social distance, I just call it MySpace
Ain't got no time to waste, send all my money to Safe, roll up eighth
Solo to the face, I love the ZA ZA taste, no debate
Ima be one of the greats, ever come out my state, no debate
Always keep it real, I ain't never been fake, no debate
I ain't going back and forth wit niggaz, like we in a tennis match
The way that I murder beats, they asking where the witness at
Movie, this shit cinematic, rated r, really graphic
I could never use yall tactics, yall niggaz be straight acting
I be preaching, Jessie Jackson, talent like the Jackson 5
A motherfucking thriller, I would say that if Mike was alive
I be on another kind, I call it that porcupine
Cause it be so sticky, it have me Bobby and Whitney high
Fuck what they say, today my day
Make em eat they words, I ain't got time to play
I'm on a mission bout to get it in they face
Social distance, I just call it MySpace
Ain't got no time to waste, send all my money to Safe, roll up eighth
Solo to the face, I love the ZA ZA taste, no debate
Ima be one of the greats, ever come out my state, no debate
Always keep it real, I ain't never been fake, no debate
I'm really that guy fr, I ain't talking bout Teddy Riley
Yeah a real bad azz and no my daughter name ain't Ivy
I'm from where shit get grimey, still shine like a iced timepiece
Keep them fuck niggaz from round me
And bitch I'm cocky, Clowney Silver City where the found me
Cross the track on the dirt road
R.I.P to cuz, I remember when everything round the church sewed
Real recognize real, when you out here in the field
I ain't got shit to prove, Chefboyarcee, still
Fuck what they say, today my day
Make em eat they words, I ain't got time to play
I'm on a mission bout to get it in they face
Social distance, I just call it MySpace
Ain't got no time to waste, send all my money to Safe, roll up eighth
Solo to the face, I love the ZA ZA taste, no debate
Ima be one of the greats, ever come out my state, no debate
Always keep it real, I ain't never been fake, no debate
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Writer(s): Corey Rhodes
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