No Hype
Can't pull strings no use to us
Quick as fuck dog you get cut
Tight on cash I can't loosen up
Choking out niggas in the booth for fun
No hands man dem use to guns
Running on dudes to acrue the funds
Doing shit that has to be done
Even if my mama got to lose a son
Lost a lot in this life of mine
Chase the paper no life of crime
Fuck psychiatry I'm writing rhymes
To right my wrongs go line for line
Looking for the uncut real
Might I prescribe my diatribe
Gears grinding like nine to five
Fuck you mean we trying to vibe
From the D, money talk six languages
Fuck with me, you won't make it in
Fuck making friends
I'm trapped by three great lakes my nig
In my soul, I'm in the hole
My heart where all this hatred is
Fix my goals on getting cold
But I won't write if I ain't saying shit
Not in this shit to make it big
I want to take some ends
Try to save some kids
This life a struggle
Most these songs these days a trend
And I feel like it's not real
I'm to in your face to play pretend
Bro I don't got the time to chill
I'm trying to rake this paper in
Son I need this bread
Wrong or right
Tell my man's that I'm
Not no hype
I'm not no hype no
I'm not not hype
Tell your man's that I'm
Not no hype
I'm the boss doing business
While you climbing out of your feelings
I'm just putting work in that kitchen
Cooking up international dishes
Can't be overnight with success
So I'm working most of my free time
And babe keep asking me why
I'm stressed out girl knows I need mine
Life ain't just about money but
This money is about status
And I know the shit may seem funky
But I'm not alive to be average
Chap the name that I chose
Bro my story breaks down in chapters
But my character never changes
Just the way that everything happens
Hell I been through and back
So this time we must get it cracking
Had some grass up in my path
Got it cut like every snake in my faction
Now it's just taking off I feel
My steps gaining in traction
But you'd be out of your mind
To think we want to relax it
I'm hunting competition down
Emcees for target practice
They're thirsty for a crown
While I'm holding like a cactus
To me it's all an exercise
No time off, I stay active
While you wine and dine
And relaxing
I'm on grind for mine and my faction
No flexing
Understood I ask the questions
Point out who think they threatened
We are not amused by the peasants
Don't get us confused with your best friends
This is business your investment
I got shareholders and a legal team
For my legal needs still Gs keep the weapons
Bank gang, bank gang
All my people bringing checks in
Lane change, game change
Money give me my directives
Come for mine anytime
Man must have had a death wish
Supper time, winter time
Pick it up back where I left it
Chap flow, trap flow
I don't think niggas got the message
East to the west coast
Much class, getting ass an elective
Ain't no love for the lost ones
Cold hearts to my exes
On the road, on the road
Ain't no time for missing exits
Down to ride, grab the wheel and drive
Better strap up cuz I'm reckless
Trust few, mostly fuck yous
If you ever left cause it's hectic
Solo move, making solo moves
Whether in or out it's a head trip
Look alive, I'm surprised
That boy Chap isn't dead yet
Quick as fuck dog you get cut
Tight on cash I can't loosen up
Choking out niggas in the booth for fun
No hands man dem use to guns
Running on dudes to acrue the funds
Doing shit that has to be done
Even if my mama got to lose a son
Lost a lot in this life of mine
Chase the paper no life of crime
Fuck psychiatry I'm writing rhymes
To right my wrongs go line for line
Looking for the uncut real
Might I prescribe my diatribe
Gears grinding like nine to five
Fuck you mean we trying to vibe
From the D, money talk six languages
Fuck with me, you won't make it in
Fuck making friends
I'm trapped by three great lakes my nig
In my soul, I'm in the hole
My heart where all this hatred is
Fix my goals on getting cold
But I won't write if I ain't saying shit
Not in this shit to make it big
I want to take some ends
Try to save some kids
This life a struggle
Most these songs these days a trend
And I feel like it's not real
I'm to in your face to play pretend
Bro I don't got the time to chill
I'm trying to rake this paper in
Son I need this bread
Wrong or right
Tell my man's that I'm
Not no hype
I'm not no hype no
I'm not not hype
Tell your man's that I'm
Not no hype
I'm the boss doing business
While you climbing out of your feelings
I'm just putting work in that kitchen
Cooking up international dishes
Can't be overnight with success
So I'm working most of my free time
And babe keep asking me why
I'm stressed out girl knows I need mine
Life ain't just about money but
This money is about status
And I know the shit may seem funky
But I'm not alive to be average
Chap the name that I chose
Bro my story breaks down in chapters
But my character never changes
Just the way that everything happens
Hell I been through and back
So this time we must get it cracking
Had some grass up in my path
Got it cut like every snake in my faction
Now it's just taking off I feel
My steps gaining in traction
But you'd be out of your mind
To think we want to relax it
I'm hunting competition down
Emcees for target practice
They're thirsty for a crown
While I'm holding like a cactus
To me it's all an exercise
No time off, I stay active
While you wine and dine
And relaxing
I'm on grind for mine and my faction
No flexing
Understood I ask the questions
Point out who think they threatened
We are not amused by the peasants
Don't get us confused with your best friends
This is business your investment
I got shareholders and a legal team
For my legal needs still Gs keep the weapons
Bank gang, bank gang
All my people bringing checks in
Lane change, game change
Money give me my directives
Come for mine anytime
Man must have had a death wish
Supper time, winter time
Pick it up back where I left it
Chap flow, trap flow
I don't think niggas got the message
East to the west coast
Much class, getting ass an elective
Ain't no love for the lost ones
Cold hearts to my exes
On the road, on the road
Ain't no time for missing exits
Down to ride, grab the wheel and drive
Better strap up cuz I'm reckless
Trust few, mostly fuck yous
If you ever left cause it's hectic
Solo move, making solo moves
Whether in or out it's a head trip
Look alive, I'm surprised
That boy Chap isn't dead yet
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Writer(s): Christopher Holmes
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