No Idols

(Treonthebeat, yuh)

I don't wanna be no idol

I don't wanna be no idol, got my own shit I'm going through
Need to teach Kailani the bible, look at what life coming to
I don't got no rivals they just mad I'm on this something new
Too comfortable in this spot gotta turn it up to level two

Them niggas said that they ahead of who?
They only said that 'cause I'll never rock no Jimmy Choos
Just these Nike shoes, playing these VO blues

Cause I know where I come from and where I'm headed to
Me and myself on this mountain no telling what Ima do (dew)

I don't got no rivals
Me and my dawgs we ride together looking like disciples
It get lonely at the top now I'm standing on my Eiffel
And they want everything you got so you gotta keep yourself a rifle

I'm too hot bitch I'm stifled
Me and 15 tryna save the city like we work for Geico
They don't wanna give a nigga credit so I check my Fico
They paying attention to these words I can't have no typos
And these niggas bitches waiting in line to get some lipo

Wake up get the cake, go to sleep, that's the cycle
Sickest niggaa in the game probably thinking Michael
The way I flew hopped off of Delta like I won the finals
And I don't got no idols
I'm setting the wave but I don't need my music out on Tidal
Just somewhere my dad and the VO can go and find a title

And listen to the way I think but we all alike though
'Cause we come from the same city same dreams any nigga bound to bleed
All these niggas joining teams but nobody touching the league unless they running with me

See we be getting rings
The VO to Gainesville is like Bron passing Kareem
You gotta respect it it's time to hear my lectures
They can't touch the shit that I did, I'm from a different texture

I'm the star up in this movie I ain't no fucking extra
I like to get hit while I'm driving so I need a Tesla

R.I.P. to Chester I love him cause my mama love him
God told me I was gonna pop when I was in the bubble

I ain't tripping I know that this life shit gonna come with struggles
Long as I got me a dime and she alright with them cuddles
I got a soft side but I can't show these niggas I'm subtle

I'm always outside but what's always outside is trouble
Gotta make sure we on one accord before we leave this huddle
And when it rain it pours so don't be tripping off no puddles
And when it rain it pours so don't be tripping off no puddles

I don't wanna be no idol
I don't even wanna fuck with that bitch heard she on her cycle

Niggas know I feel like Jordan story bitch not Michael
Yeah tryna get this thing yeah this shit like stifled 'cause I keep that heat
Niggas tripping, yeah you know I'm out here in them streets
Yeah I'm selling beats and I'm selling verses
Nigga know I rap too legit and I rap in cursive
Yeah tryna get my bitches all expensive purses
Niggas know I'm out here

Yeah out here selling merch
Niggas know I'm out here on this stage like I'm Kirk
Franklin, 'cause I love them Bens
And shout out to my niggas in that fucking den

Cause you know I love them W's, I love to win
And lil mama know I'm Christian, love the way she sin

Yeah I'm feeling like Obama and the tint is in
When I'm sliding with the gang all my shooters in

All my niggas going in
But I'm going too
Niggas hating on me
Yeah I love my niggas

Shout out to Two
Shout out to that nigga Agent VO, yeah that boy the truth
Shout out to my PG GVO
Yeah he know what it do

Yeah we like to get it like to rip it, like to flow and shit
Niggas hating on me, GVO
I'm on some Florida shit

Niggas hating on me
I ain't even have to know the bitch
Niggas hating on me
I ain't even have to know the bitch



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Writer(s): Christian Jones
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