Nun to Prove
Fuck it
Esko
No long talk
Just leg work
Vyurm
I hear what you're saying but I cannot help but to see how you move
Ion een say shit bitch I got nun to prove
You gon die wit that hate in yo heart, it ain't nun to lose
You gon die if you ain't playing yo part cause my niggas don't play by the rules
I swear I had best friends, always get let down, err body folding up
I swear that the worst thing about me is that my heart ain't nearly cold enough
Stayed 10 toes down, even when the hoes 'round, I wasn't bold enough
Now they all cum 'round, fuck till the sun down, fuck around, fold em up
They asking for handouts, back in the day I couldn't get a lil repost
I guess I'm the man now, might be a man down, turn ya to an emote
110 in the M Sport, blowing these racks from the wrap to the bespoke (Vyurm)
Blowing O's in Empire Casino
Fuck ya hoe till she hitting a C-Note
I cannot die in Caucasian designers
I cannot sign my life over to sponsors
I cannot trade my value for subscribers or beef wit a rapper, a rhymer, they spineless
I got bad desires, we big like Osama, Osama
Best call an air strike like Obama
I'm cracking the seal cause that's what they prescribing
Ain't stressing the game cause the stars be aligning
You skip your last meal cause yo checks be declining
I smoke marijuana and fuck prima donnas
My girl sweet as cocoa, got love for Guyana
She go get the bag, understood the assignment
Even if she on my line wit the drama
I fuck up some commas, some commas, so common
I hear what you're saying but I cannot help but to see how you move
Ion een say shit bitch I got nun to prove
You gon die wit that hate in yo heart, it ain't nun to lose
You gon die if you ain't playing yo part cause my niggas don't play by the rules
In my lane and I'm pushing to start cause I already paid all my dues
I ain't leasing no new foreign cars, I'm investing my excess in food
My credit like 800 plus but I cash out no need to approve
You in debt, yet flex on the net bitch we neva had nun to prove
I get the chicken, no, no Benihana
She wet like a sauna
I dive in Bahamas
I chop up the cheese, I ain't talking Romano
Might drown in the cash, I ain't talking Nirvana
I'm jus waking up
I might fuck in pajamas
Ain't een brush my nuts
But I'm pouring up proper
I'm counting up bucks into buckets I promise
I heard yo raps but all of it cap
We only cap to cover out the facts
I'm ducking the feds
They do you like Fez
Ashtray full of lead
Only thing sold to mass; money, sex & drugs
It ain't cool to be loyal and smart or just showing some love
I ain't high I might double my cup!
Bitch doing coke in the club, she so edgy
In the stu err day, when it pay bitch you can't get a penny (Bitch)
I'm rhyming on diamonds, bitch I ain't popping a xanny (Bitch)
Got high on the island, where they supplying, re-up & swim in Givenchy
I hear what you're saying but I cannot help but to see how you move
Ion een say shit bitch I got nun to prove
You gon die wit that hate in yo heart, it ain't nun to lose
You gon die if you ain't playing yo part cause my niggas don't play by the rules
I get the chicken, no, no Benihana
She wet like a sauna
I dive in Bahamas
I chop up the cheese, I ain't talking Romano
Might drown in the cash, I ain't talking Nirvana
I'm jus waking up
I might fuck in pajamas
Ain't een brush my nuts
But I'm pouring up proper
I'm counting up bucks into buckets I promise
I heard yo raps but all of it cap
We only cap to cover out the facts
I'm ducking the feds
They do you like Fez
Ashtray full of lead
Esko
No long talk
Just leg work
Vyurm
I hear what you're saying but I cannot help but to see how you move
Ion een say shit bitch I got nun to prove
You gon die wit that hate in yo heart, it ain't nun to lose
You gon die if you ain't playing yo part cause my niggas don't play by the rules
I swear I had best friends, always get let down, err body folding up
I swear that the worst thing about me is that my heart ain't nearly cold enough
Stayed 10 toes down, even when the hoes 'round, I wasn't bold enough
Now they all cum 'round, fuck till the sun down, fuck around, fold em up
They asking for handouts, back in the day I couldn't get a lil repost
I guess I'm the man now, might be a man down, turn ya to an emote
110 in the M Sport, blowing these racks from the wrap to the bespoke (Vyurm)
Blowing O's in Empire Casino
Fuck ya hoe till she hitting a C-Note
I cannot die in Caucasian designers
I cannot sign my life over to sponsors
I cannot trade my value for subscribers or beef wit a rapper, a rhymer, they spineless
I got bad desires, we big like Osama, Osama
Best call an air strike like Obama
I'm cracking the seal cause that's what they prescribing
Ain't stressing the game cause the stars be aligning
You skip your last meal cause yo checks be declining
I smoke marijuana and fuck prima donnas
My girl sweet as cocoa, got love for Guyana
She go get the bag, understood the assignment
Even if she on my line wit the drama
I fuck up some commas, some commas, so common
I hear what you're saying but I cannot help but to see how you move
Ion een say shit bitch I got nun to prove
You gon die wit that hate in yo heart, it ain't nun to lose
You gon die if you ain't playing yo part cause my niggas don't play by the rules
In my lane and I'm pushing to start cause I already paid all my dues
I ain't leasing no new foreign cars, I'm investing my excess in food
My credit like 800 plus but I cash out no need to approve
You in debt, yet flex on the net bitch we neva had nun to prove
I get the chicken, no, no Benihana
She wet like a sauna
I dive in Bahamas
I chop up the cheese, I ain't talking Romano
Might drown in the cash, I ain't talking Nirvana
I'm jus waking up
I might fuck in pajamas
Ain't een brush my nuts
But I'm pouring up proper
I'm counting up bucks into buckets I promise
I heard yo raps but all of it cap
We only cap to cover out the facts
I'm ducking the feds
They do you like Fez
Ashtray full of lead
Only thing sold to mass; money, sex & drugs
It ain't cool to be loyal and smart or just showing some love
I ain't high I might double my cup!
Bitch doing coke in the club, she so edgy
In the stu err day, when it pay bitch you can't get a penny (Bitch)
I'm rhyming on diamonds, bitch I ain't popping a xanny (Bitch)
Got high on the island, where they supplying, re-up & swim in Givenchy
I hear what you're saying but I cannot help but to see how you move
Ion een say shit bitch I got nun to prove
You gon die wit that hate in yo heart, it ain't nun to lose
You gon die if you ain't playing yo part cause my niggas don't play by the rules
I get the chicken, no, no Benihana
She wet like a sauna
I dive in Bahamas
I chop up the cheese, I ain't talking Romano
Might drown in the cash, I ain't talking Nirvana
I'm jus waking up
I might fuck in pajamas
Ain't een brush my nuts
But I'm pouring up proper
I'm counting up bucks into buckets I promise
I heard yo raps but all of it cap
We only cap to cover out the facts
I'm ducking the feds
They do you like Fez
Ashtray full of lead
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Writer(s): Imani Luke
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