NO AGONY

(DaHomie!)

Nigga know we not the same
Pull up in a matte black range
These niggas don't know what it takes
They selling' their soul for a rose gold chain
And they're not willing to change
But they might switch up for the fame
If a nigga try to play with the gang
Like young mighty Sosa I might let it bang

These niggas love flexin' they cars
I would love if they stay in they lane
Y'all niggas love poppin' them pills
But y'all hate when y'all go through the pain
Don't matter how big that a nigga can get
Like damn, look how far you done came
And y'all better not pop my shit
Blue stone, two-tone, money crip
I got it, I might just go fly to the tropics
Because all of you niggas is toxic
The back and forth, all that shit need to stop it
And I got my own wave and I got my own ship
Bitch, DaHomie the one in the cockpit
And I pray that y'all don't conversate about
Money and bank when y'all shit microscopic
I'm right where I'm supposed to be
So little nigga, don't get close to me
All y'all do is spit trash on the beat
And I swear to God, it's getting old to me
So stop making comparisons, that shit's embarrassing
There's nobody close to me
Every time that I hop on the track and you hear that (DaHomie!)
You know that it's me
Uh, nigga, you know that it's me
Bro, pass it, I shoot from the three
I hop on the beat and you know how I do that shit neat
Gang coming if you try to reach
Just drop me an album like nigga, y'all need to go stream it
Top, yeah, I'm tryna reach
Can't fuck with no cowards, cause people, they really be greedy
Yeah, nigga, you know how it be
I'm going straight to the top
Young, nigga been grinding, can't even stop
Young, nigga been stacking all that guap
They asking me what I do, I do stocks
Nah, nigga I'm rapping yeah
Nigga, you know I get active I get in the booth and get hot
Yeah, this my dream, I'm doing this shit for the team
And my fam and they mean a lot, uh, (uh)

I'm still tryna figure it out
Been writing these songs all night
And I hate when I waste my time
And I watch as the days go by
Right now I'm tryna find this sound
Make you wanna go back in time
A time where there wasn't no agony
What a time to be alive

Nigga know we not the same
Pull up in a matte black range
These niggas don't know what it takes
They selling' their soul for a rose gold chain
And they're not willing to change
But they might switch up for the fame
If a nigga try to play with the gang
Like young mighty Sosa I might let it bang

Nigga know we not the same
Pull up in a matte black range
These niggas don't know what it take
They selling' their soul for a rose gold chain
And they're not willing to change
But they might switch up for the fame
If a nigga try to play with the gang
We up with that Glock and we just let it bang yeah

Bang on a nigga I aim for the neck first
Me and Lul R0CK00 we getting the check first
Hop on the beat and she said my shit clever
Got ice on me, nigga, I'm cold as the weather
Taking yo' bitch and yeah, I get her wetter
R.I.P to the bear that helped me make the sweater
Stacking this bread cause I'm tryna look better
No agony, bitch, I have never felt better

Ohh

Nigga know we not the same
Pull up in a matte black range
These niggas don't know what it takes
They selling' their soul for a rose gold chain
And they're not willing to change
But they might switch up for the fame
If a nigga try to play with the gang
Like young mighty Sosa I might let it bang