No Attachment
Don't show me no sympathy cause I been all alone
I'm in the studio rapping mom on the phone
It's a lot of pressure on me, I can feel it coming on
It gotta be a good feeling, ain't feel this when I was home
When you said you love me you was lying
All my homies dying
I still don't know who riding
That ain't surprising
I been on my own I'm thriving
I'm still alive
Come and take something from me I'm sliding
Won't catch me crying
Remember blowing checks at Marshalls when I wasn't even driving
Now I can buy Dior and I won't say nothing about it
I just be stacking my money investing
Don't care about style
I know I be dressing bummy
I promise I could be the flyest
Get in from of the mic and start freestyling
I don't even try
I swear I don't see no competition I be feeling like I'm blind
Ayo, we ain't putting no hook on this, let it keep going man
Aye
Run down on him, catch him lacking beat his block up
That boy done got knocked up out his shoes, pick your socks up
Street niggas, when we shoot you better not call them cops up
That's your little homie, I made that nigga give your rocks up
Gang, gang, I don't gang bang, slang them things things
Let it ring, ring, if I up it it go bang bang
Choppa sing, sing la la la la la, ay
La la la la la la la
Nesto just sit back and say damn
After losing so many friends, was never the plan
He got the, he got the whole world in his hands
Steady rapping his mind, ain't no relaxing his heart
Got no attachments, nah nah, yeah
He don't know what love is
My homie died by the gun, now I know what a slug is
I knew that I was the one, stood on a block with no fear
No pain, no gain, but you can't find a hope here
My homie steady fighting cases, same crime in different places
He know he did that shit when he got caught, he say the police racist
The jets be looking funny, now they stalk when they see different faces
They told you if you snitch, they'll let you walk, but you can't take no bases
Why I stay on my grind
They hit my phone, but I ain't never got time
Nah nah, they hit my line, but I ain't never got time
Nesto just sit back and say damn
After losing so many friends, was never the plan
He got the, he got the whole world in his hands
Steady rapping his mind, ain't no relaxing his heart
Got no attachments, nah nah, yeah
He don't know what love is
My homie died by the gun, now I know what a slug is
Yeah
Now I ain't street, but I was, I sold dope where the club is
I'm in the studio rapping mom on the phone
It's a lot of pressure on me, I can feel it coming on
It gotta be a good feeling, ain't feel this when I was home
When you said you love me you was lying
All my homies dying
I still don't know who riding
That ain't surprising
I been on my own I'm thriving
I'm still alive
Come and take something from me I'm sliding
Won't catch me crying
Remember blowing checks at Marshalls when I wasn't even driving
Now I can buy Dior and I won't say nothing about it
I just be stacking my money investing
Don't care about style
I know I be dressing bummy
I promise I could be the flyest
Get in from of the mic and start freestyling
I don't even try
I swear I don't see no competition I be feeling like I'm blind
Ayo, we ain't putting no hook on this, let it keep going man
Aye
Run down on him, catch him lacking beat his block up
That boy done got knocked up out his shoes, pick your socks up
Street niggas, when we shoot you better not call them cops up
That's your little homie, I made that nigga give your rocks up
Gang, gang, I don't gang bang, slang them things things
Let it ring, ring, if I up it it go bang bang
Choppa sing, sing la la la la la, ay
La la la la la la la
Nesto just sit back and say damn
After losing so many friends, was never the plan
He got the, he got the whole world in his hands
Steady rapping his mind, ain't no relaxing his heart
Got no attachments, nah nah, yeah
He don't know what love is
My homie died by the gun, now I know what a slug is
I knew that I was the one, stood on a block with no fear
No pain, no gain, but you can't find a hope here
My homie steady fighting cases, same crime in different places
He know he did that shit when he got caught, he say the police racist
The jets be looking funny, now they stalk when they see different faces
They told you if you snitch, they'll let you walk, but you can't take no bases
Why I stay on my grind
They hit my phone, but I ain't never got time
Nah nah, they hit my line, but I ain't never got time
Nesto just sit back and say damn
After losing so many friends, was never the plan
He got the, he got the whole world in his hands
Steady rapping his mind, ain't no relaxing his heart
Got no attachments, nah nah, yeah
He don't know what love is
My homie died by the gun, now I know what a slug is
Yeah
Now I ain't street, but I was, I sold dope where the club is
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Writer(s): Antoine Allen
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