No Comment
Uh-ooh, uh-oh
Uh-ooh! It's that on top, oh
Ta-ha, Joey (yeah, shit go hard too)
No comment, no comment
Ta-ha, whole bunch of yappin'
(Jersey!) That M.J. bullshit
Let me talk to 'em, l-look look look
Since the world don't revolve around me
(Then what?) Hoodie on, revolver on me
I'm the wrong one you wanna amp (why?)
'Cause niggas could get missin'
Like you straight out of LeBron's summer camp (oh!)
Anytime the fed's see me
I tell 'em that the only thing fuckery here gets you the STD
My life, should be sold as a movie
From the (slum dog) tryin' to be a (millionaire), no groupies
When did the civilians decide to be a thug?
Motivated by the hate (but) inspired by the love
Rappers sayin my name like it's a bright tactic
Jackson 5, put your mic in a casket
Let the fans gas you and tell you you're nice
Be a legend in RAP, but a failure in life
For real, I don't think these dudes is spectacular
Pretty Ricky thugs who move like spectacular, nigga
What up with you and so-and-so? Heard you got a diss
Don't know about that, but I know about this nigga
No comment (what?), no comment (what?)
No comment, I ain't got a comment
Bloggers, Twitter, Budden TV
No comment, y'all ain't gettin' nothin' from me
I said, no comment (what?), no comment
No comment, I ain't got a comment
So I been called a snitch (but)
But I been called worse by better so let's skip over the lecture
That's a common lie (why?)
'Cause if I ever call the cops it's only gon' be to report a homicide
How am I in beef? I walk about free
They only talk about you, when you talk about me (nigga)
So go ahead and act hard
And somebody gon' grab chalk (and) and turn the streets into a blackboard (ay)
So I'm supposed to put niggas on a pedestal
For rappin' 'bout a bunch of bullshit that they don't ever do
You look stupid when you go there
Say I'm only hot online you ain't heatin' up nowhere
Shot-gun in shot-gun, ride right past ya
Windows down, got every right to blast ya
No wonder he thinkin' he'll provide a disaster
'Cause bitches keep tellin' him that size don't matter (ta-ha)
What up with you and so-and-so? Heard you got a diss
Don't know about that, but I know about this nigga
No comment (what?), no comment (what?)
No comment, I ain't got a comment
Bloggers, Twitter, Budden TV
No comment, y'all ain't gettin' nothin' from me
I said, no comment (what?), no comment
No comment, I ain't got a comment
Things niggas say I don't mind it
Say they lost respect for me, who the fruck is askin' you to find it?
This is me practicin' censorship
Since the new definition of real nigga is sensitive
In his interview, say I'm askin' for a hearse (but)
But couple months back he was askin' for a verse
Only hurts is the team used to bump you
Now he look like a fiend, I should slump you
Don't ask me who I'm talking to, don't ask me who I'm talking 'bout
No comment, (I ain't talkin' 'bout nobody)
No comment, (you workin' on a-) no comment
I ain't gotta comment, (ain't no preparation 'round here)
Joe Budden (no comment)
Tap out (no comment)
No comment, no comment, I ain't gotta comment (ayy)
Niggas is fuckin'
Niggas is shmucks, ta-ha
No comment, no comment
Nah, I ain't gotta comment (next nigga on the mic, falls)
Ta-ha
No comment
No comment, no comment
Mo'fucker I ain't gotta comment
Uh-ooh! It's that on top, oh
Ta-ha, Joey (yeah, shit go hard too)
No comment, no comment
Ta-ha, whole bunch of yappin'
(Jersey!) That M.J. bullshit
Let me talk to 'em, l-look look look
Since the world don't revolve around me
(Then what?) Hoodie on, revolver on me
I'm the wrong one you wanna amp (why?)
'Cause niggas could get missin'
Like you straight out of LeBron's summer camp (oh!)
Anytime the fed's see me
I tell 'em that the only thing fuckery here gets you the STD
My life, should be sold as a movie
From the (slum dog) tryin' to be a (millionaire), no groupies
When did the civilians decide to be a thug?
Motivated by the hate (but) inspired by the love
Rappers sayin my name like it's a bright tactic
Jackson 5, put your mic in a casket
Let the fans gas you and tell you you're nice
Be a legend in RAP, but a failure in life
For real, I don't think these dudes is spectacular
Pretty Ricky thugs who move like spectacular, nigga
What up with you and so-and-so? Heard you got a diss
Don't know about that, but I know about this nigga
No comment (what?), no comment (what?)
No comment, I ain't got a comment
Bloggers, Twitter, Budden TV
No comment, y'all ain't gettin' nothin' from me
I said, no comment (what?), no comment
No comment, I ain't got a comment
So I been called a snitch (but)
But I been called worse by better so let's skip over the lecture
That's a common lie (why?)
'Cause if I ever call the cops it's only gon' be to report a homicide
How am I in beef? I walk about free
They only talk about you, when you talk about me (nigga)
So go ahead and act hard
And somebody gon' grab chalk (and) and turn the streets into a blackboard (ay)
So I'm supposed to put niggas on a pedestal
For rappin' 'bout a bunch of bullshit that they don't ever do
You look stupid when you go there
Say I'm only hot online you ain't heatin' up nowhere
Shot-gun in shot-gun, ride right past ya
Windows down, got every right to blast ya
No wonder he thinkin' he'll provide a disaster
'Cause bitches keep tellin' him that size don't matter (ta-ha)
What up with you and so-and-so? Heard you got a diss
Don't know about that, but I know about this nigga
No comment (what?), no comment (what?)
No comment, I ain't got a comment
Bloggers, Twitter, Budden TV
No comment, y'all ain't gettin' nothin' from me
I said, no comment (what?), no comment
No comment, I ain't got a comment
Things niggas say I don't mind it
Say they lost respect for me, who the fruck is askin' you to find it?
This is me practicin' censorship
Since the new definition of real nigga is sensitive
In his interview, say I'm askin' for a hearse (but)
But couple months back he was askin' for a verse
Only hurts is the team used to bump you
Now he look like a fiend, I should slump you
Don't ask me who I'm talking to, don't ask me who I'm talking 'bout
No comment, (I ain't talkin' 'bout nobody)
No comment, (you workin' on a-) no comment
I ain't gotta comment, (ain't no preparation 'round here)
Joe Budden (no comment)
Tap out (no comment)
No comment, no comment, I ain't gotta comment (ayy)
Niggas is fuckin'
Niggas is shmucks, ta-ha
No comment, no comment
Nah, I ain't gotta comment (next nigga on the mic, falls)
Ta-ha
No comment
No comment, no comment
Mo'fucker I ain't gotta comment
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Writer(s): Jonas Q Cardim, Anthony Budden Joseph
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