The Answer Is No

(Pipe that shit up TNT) uh, they say
Walk past ten, nigga, finna get [?] past [?] nigga
Fuck nigga thinkin' it's
Get off a nigga dick

Damn it's safe to say money changin' me, nigga
Crazy how the fame be changin' these niggas
On my knees, askin' God to keep me safe me from these niggas
In my own lane, a thousand miles away from these niggas
I don't fuck with nobody, they all in competition
I don't fuck with these hoes, that's how the money go missin'
People come around just for beneficial business
Cause any given Wednesday, wake up and spend million
Ballin', for real
Shot callin', for rеal
In control of my dream
Took it all in, for real
And I love my thug brothеrs, blood can make us closer
Pray that they protected on this hectic rollercoaster
'Cause I know, it's a whole lot with this shit
On my Ps and my Qs, on top of this shit
This a dirty game in a dirty world, I hate it
Snakes came with, handshakes and smilin' faces
Oh, it's crazy
Niggas have pillow conversations, with any ho, get naked
Pray that my migos, never let these hoes
Come between us and beat us
And you can even scream louder, but I can't hear you
Picture me rollin' wonderin' in my rearview
Can't get along with my peers, why, give it a try?
I feel like they all lost, livin' a lie

And, I don't fuck with these niggas, I feel like they all fake
I don't fuck with these bitches, I feel like they all fake
I don't fuck with these niggas, I feel like they all fake
I don't fuck with these bitches, I don't fuck with these niggas, at all
Yeah, yeah, yeah

The answer no, nigga



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Writer(s): Thomas Horton, Ethan Hayes, Rodarius Green, Francis Leblanc
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