No Feelings
(Damn, Eddy) Uh
Either you rap or you trap
Well, let me get ready to snap
Full throttle, I fill in the gaps
Acceleration, ain't no doublin' back
I fold 'em up and keep the shit under wraps
I double clutch and shoot my shot with the straps
No cuddy-buddy, leave that shit in the back
The funny money make a nigga go bad
When I feel in a panic, I let lyrics run rampant
Brotherman got techs, he a mechanic, uh
Flip a switch, they automatic, uh
That's when shit be acrobatic, it could get erratic
Even out in traffic, hit 'em with the static
Move real dramatic, movie, cinematic
I ain't gettin' graphic but he'll feel the magic
Damn, huh, yeah, yeah
I feel the pain in the air
As soon as I feel a rush, I keep my feelings tucked
To show these niggas I care
Nah, they only fuckin' with me for my brain fluid and my pain music
Same niggas that's lovin' my pain music
Same ones who be puttin' my brain through it
Like damn, who love me for real?
Where do I belong? I need time to heal
No feelings involved, they stayin' concealed
If you did me wrong, you became a meal
Da-damn, who love me for real?
Where do I belong? I need time to heal
No feelings involved, they stayin' concealed
If you did me wrong, you became a meal
Nevermind, I'm situated
Never fuckin' with no instigatin'
My voice and the bass is intimidatin'
Bet you focused on that while I'm illustratin'
I be picture paintin' with my words
Hope you understandin' every verse
Chillin', kickin' it with all my nerds
We been goin' ham since birth
Ain't tryna get put on a shirt
Got me goin' hard like it's my last day
Not furious, just at a fast pace
We ain't tryna end up in last place
So TK be goin' berserk
Shit on every verse, that's word to my herd, yeah, yeah
For better or worse, I married the game, we endin' the curse
Like damn, who love me for real?
Where do I belong? I need time to heal
No feelings involved, they stayin' concealed
If you did me wrong, you became a meal
Da-damn, who love me for real?
Where do I belong? I need time to heal
No feelings involved, they stayin' concealed
If you did me wrong, you became a meal
Either you rap or you trap
Well, let me get ready to snap
Full throttle, I fill in the gaps
Acceleration, ain't no doublin' back
I fold 'em up and keep the shit under wraps
I double clutch and shoot my shot with the straps
No cuddy-buddy, leave that shit in the back
The funny money make a nigga go bad
When I feel in a panic, I let lyrics run rampant
Brotherman got techs, he a mechanic, uh
Flip a switch, they automatic, uh
That's when shit be acrobatic, it could get erratic
Even out in traffic, hit 'em with the static
Move real dramatic, movie, cinematic
I ain't gettin' graphic but he'll feel the magic
Damn, huh, yeah, yeah
I feel the pain in the air
As soon as I feel a rush, I keep my feelings tucked
To show these niggas I care
Nah, they only fuckin' with me for my brain fluid and my pain music
Same niggas that's lovin' my pain music
Same ones who be puttin' my brain through it
Like damn, who love me for real?
Where do I belong? I need time to heal
No feelings involved, they stayin' concealed
If you did me wrong, you became a meal
Da-damn, who love me for real?
Where do I belong? I need time to heal
No feelings involved, they stayin' concealed
If you did me wrong, you became a meal
Nevermind, I'm situated
Never fuckin' with no instigatin'
My voice and the bass is intimidatin'
Bet you focused on that while I'm illustratin'
I be picture paintin' with my words
Hope you understandin' every verse
Chillin', kickin' it with all my nerds
We been goin' ham since birth
Ain't tryna get put on a shirt
Got me goin' hard like it's my last day
Not furious, just at a fast pace
We ain't tryna end up in last place
So TK be goin' berserk
Shit on every verse, that's word to my herd, yeah, yeah
For better or worse, I married the game, we endin' the curse
Like damn, who love me for real?
Where do I belong? I need time to heal
No feelings involved, they stayin' concealed
If you did me wrong, you became a meal
Da-damn, who love me for real?
Where do I belong? I need time to heal
No feelings involved, they stayin' concealed
If you did me wrong, you became a meal
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Medford
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