Fear No One (feat. Mani Knox)
Oh they don't know what they started
I step on a daily you step on occasion
Hopped in my bag so they know they can't play me
I won't ask till I see 'em should know what I be on
I just try to make 'em understand
10 in weeks I forgot they can't relate
Why they speak on my name I guess I'm famous
For the them niggas that cap for entertainment
All these niggas be capping
All bout that action
Don't run up on me cuz this gun get to clapping (baow baow baow)
Hit it one time off a perc not a Xanax
Shawty said she like pretending
She keep telling me that I don't listen
I just fucked on her friend it was snowing
If you know me I'm all about business
Fuck the haters they all about trolling
Red beam hop out mark the target
Shoot like Vince carter this ain't no magic
Keep your head up might double through sadness
When they want me to fail that shit make me keep stacking
Ain't no passing I'm scoring through traffic
Ima hit up the jeweler they know I maneuver
Got no time to hanging round new ones
Keep it tuck but they really don't do nun
She said I'm too much
Bitch I ain't even do nun
Only fucked on that bitch just for fun
When I'm done I let her hold the gun (glitt baow)
Ima take it you know I ain't leaving with nun
Spin through his block and these bullets go bust
Chasing these niggas love watching 'em run
Hollow tips leave you hot like the sun
I step on a daily you step on occasion
Hopped in my bag so they know they can't play me
I won't ask till I see 'em should know what I be on
I just try to make 'em understand
10 in weeks I forgot they can't relate
Why they speak on my name I guess I'm famous
For the them niggas that cap for entertainment
All these niggas be capping
All bout that action
Don't run up on me cuz this gun get to clapping (baow baow baow)
Hit it one time off a perc not a Xanax
Shawty said she like pretending
She keep telling me that I don't listen
I just fucked on her friend it was snowing
If you know me I'm all about business
Fuck the haters they all about trolling
Red beam hop out mark the target
Shoot like Vince carter this ain't no magic
Keep your head up might double through sadness
When they want me to fail that shit make me keep stacking
Ain't no passing I'm scoring through traffic
Ima hit up the jeweler they know I maneuver
Got no time to hanging round new ones
Keep it tuck but they really don't do nun
She said I'm too much
Bitch I ain't even do nun
Only fucked on that bitch just for fun
When I'm done I let her hold the gun (glitt baow)
Ima take it you know I ain't leaving with nun
Spin through his block and these bullets go bust
Chasing these niggas love watching 'em run
Hollow tips leave you hot like the sun
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Writer(s): Pt Lee
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