Testo No Hook pt.2 - QB Blurry
Testo della canzone No Hook pt.2 (QB Blurry), tratta dall'album No Hook pt.2
You gotta fuckin' feel this shit, boy
Get the fuck out my face till a nigga get missed
Don't wanna talk if it ain't about the pension
Just 'cause I don't post it don't mean I don't grip it
These niggas be trippin', no time to be slippin'
Tired of me cold, I ain't got no feelin'
So I couldn't tell you what I'm really feelin' (you were robbing)
Never gon' fold, a nigga resilient
Won't stop with the pressure till I make a killin', won't stop with the pressure
I just do the rapping, my niggas be dealing
Remember them days from the stores I was stealing
Old niggas, they faking, they hate how I'm living
But fuck how they feeling, I turn to the villain
I'm chasing the cake, gotta make me a million
One star's in the ceiling, put me in my feelings
I feel like mutant and I do my own healing
They asking for lot of affection, I ain't feeling
We walking that bitch, OTG in the building
You know what it is, bitch, I propped to the ceiling
Pockets never empty, we making a killing
Rockets, they sit with me, but don't kill (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pockets never empty, we making a killing
Rockets, they sit with me, but don't kill
When I do this shit, I be playing
They don't understand what I'm saying
That hate shit they do, it ain't paying
So they got to go and find them a new plan
We going to just stick to the plan
We let them hold out their hand
New shit, I don't understand
How you've only changed to feel like a man
I'm trying to get to the bands
I'm trying to get to the bands
I feel like I'm too SMD zone 'cause I do not need no more friends
I'm chasing the K, got to make me a million
I ain't a normal civilian
Move like I'm the president all through the city
That K used to jealousy envy
Whenever we slide, you know we stay with it
Tomorrow I'll be back in a minute
'Cause I don't like business when that shit ain't finished
But I let it go, let it rip for a minute
Told people I did when you know I ain't did
When I ever got down with snitching
I think he just mad he don't like my position
But fuck him, the pressure ain't switching
Next time make sure you come to me with the ish
Don't walk with a rumor like bitches
My nigga, I thought we were both from the trenches
But I got the sign, so I'm keeping my disc
I switch with that flow like it's magic
I keep buying shit, I ain't had it
But I got the swag from my daddy
Well, with my head high, you can't tell me a damn thing
I switch from that stick automatic
Remember what's planned and shifting through traffic
And you can catch me with a bad bitch
With her feet kicked up, she be my little savage
But I still ain't cuffing, I'm passing
Focus on music, that's my only passion
When I drip, I don't use a caption
Holly my fashion, you know what's happening
They probably don't get a reaction
Focus on better things, I don't want to mention like Lou, I come through doing damage, I'm nasty
I'm straight off the bitch, number one in the standards
I keep going in and they don't understand
They get real disrespectful, I lost all my manners
I come and check you if you stunting my talents
The chicks, they come through, yeah, we up in the balance
Blurry, Blurry, Blurry
No Hook Part 2
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Writer(s): Stephon Mitchell, Qb Blurry
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