No Remorse
Big boy talk I don't care about age
I bring fear to the ones I face
Eyes on me but they can't keep pace
Your boy got speed but he still can't race
Shine so much gotta rock two shades
Got more links than you got chains
Might lose weight but I won't lose gains
Your boy took shots but he still can't aim
Who knows what where from he came
Weather forecast say the boy gon rein
Y'all got smoke but you lack on flames
Two black cars outside one Range Rover sport
Cause the boy got paid
No remorse I don't feel no pain
So of course I don't feel your pain
Put some respect on my name son
You never lifted a single finger but you said that you gave me a hand
I never ask for nobody to help me I can't cause I know where I stand
Only way I'm going out is the greatest ever let me say it again
Only way I'm going out is the greatest ever and I'm calling it in
I'm the typa nigga who not afraid about niggas who full of resent
Cause either way niggas gon hate you or love you I know how this story gon end
Either way niggas gon hate you or love you I know how this story gon end
So how can I be second pick to some niggas who not even 10 out of 10
Uhh yeah cause I'm reckless
The last time I was okay with a double cross that thing hung on my necklace
You'll find me in a room full of kings but I never saw you on the guest list
You can't teach what I have these days
But you gotta go in for the lessons
Though I don't really say too much
I don't talk in a room full of skeptics
I sound like me I don't sound like you man
Why you tryna force a resemblance
I take what I want no preference
Everything's on sight no reference
And you don't really do too much
But still get a grade for the effort
More wins for the gang I demand them
I rock my colours like emblems
All the opps in my life so random might just put em in a group chat add them
By the time y'all niggass still tryna take off
This flight that I'm on's not landing
I bless all the grounds I stand in
Y'all niggas can't hold what I'm handling
If you not a real boss you're a stand in an assistant
Talk to me nicely bro I don't wanna turn a grown man to an infant
I wish a nigga would try me
Wish a nigga would get a hand full of blisters
Before covid came in
Y'all niggas knew how to keep your distance
Cause I'm different
I bring fear to the ones I face
Eyes on me but they can't keep pace
Your boy got speed but he still can't race
Shine so much gotta rock two shades
Got more links than you got chains
Might lose weight but I won't lose gains
Your boy took shots but he still can't aim
Who knows what where from he came
Weather forecast say the boy gon rein
Y'all got smoke but you lack on flames
Two black cars outside one Range Rover sport
Cause the boy got paid
No remorse I don't feel no pain
So of course I don't feel your pain
Put some respect on my name son
You never lifted a single finger but you said that you gave me a hand
I never ask for nobody to help me I can't cause I know where I stand
Only way I'm going out is the greatest ever let me say it again
Only way I'm going out is the greatest ever and I'm calling it in
I'm the typa nigga who not afraid about niggas who full of resent
Cause either way niggas gon hate you or love you I know how this story gon end
Either way niggas gon hate you or love you I know how this story gon end
So how can I be second pick to some niggas who not even 10 out of 10
Uhh yeah cause I'm reckless
The last time I was okay with a double cross that thing hung on my necklace
You'll find me in a room full of kings but I never saw you on the guest list
You can't teach what I have these days
But you gotta go in for the lessons
Though I don't really say too much
I don't talk in a room full of skeptics
I sound like me I don't sound like you man
Why you tryna force a resemblance
I take what I want no preference
Everything's on sight no reference
And you don't really do too much
But still get a grade for the effort
More wins for the gang I demand them
I rock my colours like emblems
All the opps in my life so random might just put em in a group chat add them
By the time y'all niggass still tryna take off
This flight that I'm on's not landing
I bless all the grounds I stand in
Y'all niggas can't hold what I'm handling
If you not a real boss you're a stand in an assistant
Talk to me nicely bro I don't wanna turn a grown man to an infant
I wish a nigga would try me
Wish a nigga would get a hand full of blisters
Before covid came in
Y'all niggas knew how to keep your distance
Cause I'm different
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Writer(s): Leslie Leslie
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