No Feelingz II.

Back in this bitch with no feelings
Don't wanna put me to the test, uh
Nigga, the stars are my ceilin'
Go beyond, put haters to rest, hol' on, uh (wait)
Better not fuck with my siblings
For loved ones, I'm leavin' you stressed, facts
I move with a 'S' on my chest and that's all that I gotta address, yeah

Back in this bitch with no feelings
Don't wanna put me to the test, uh
N-nigga, the stars are my ceilin'
Go beyond, put haters to rest, hol' on, uh
Better not fuck with my siblings
For loved ones, I'm leavin' you stressed, facts (wait)
I move with a 'S' on my chest and that's all that I gotta address

(Talk to 'em) Word to me, you better watch out
Talkin' tough'll get you knocked out, don't wanna start
On time, fuck a clock out
I'm unlocked now, and I'm bullseye with the darts
Gang .40 never jam
Of course, we stickin' to the plan, cook up with my mans
Makin' heat by the gram
I'm never fakin' for the 'Gram, leave that for your mans (ha)
Movin' tough get your whole crew smacked
You'll get snuffed, that's word, no new cap
Yeah, I'm different, but I thought you knew that

Let it burn, no Usher, I canoe that
Crush the opp, TK got some new packs
Beat drop, now we shittin' on new tracks
Won't ever stop, I'ma keep givin' new facts
Lie to the top, none of my niggas do that
Picture perfect yet you fiendin' for promo
Soon be extinct, I'm jackin' niggas' dodos
Squad or solo, got 'em jumpin', Pogo
Flamethrower, nigga, no komodos

Really, I'm a humble beast (what else?)
Keep it a G, 'cause I learned from OGs (what else?)
Givin' out gems and I do it with ease (what else?)
Just give me a beat and you know I'ma eat, uh (that's a fact)
Don't mean to showboat, I'm just filled with knowledge
Movin' like hoes, hater's filled up with mileage
Runnin' for hours, I'm mad you ain't proud yet
Switchin' flows, I probably got your scout vexed

Back in this, back in this bitch with no feelings
Don't wanna put me to the test, uh (hol' on)
Nigga, the stars are my ceilin'
Go beyond, put haters to rest, hol' on, uh (what else?)
Better not fuck with my siblings
For loved ones, I'm leavin' you stressed, facts
I move with a 'S' on my chest and that's all that I gotta address

(Talk to 'em) back in this bitch with no feelings
Don't wanna put me to the test, uh (talk to 'em)
Nigga, the stars are my ceilin'
Go beyond, put haters to rest, hol' on, uh (what else? What else?)
Better not fuck with my siblings
For loved ones, I'm leavin' you stressed, facts
I move with a 'S' on my chest and that's all that I gotta address

We outta here



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Medford
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