No Need To Say More Lyrics

If this rap go, then I rap more

I like to talk my shit, I'm an asshole

I like to set it off, check the stats, bro

I been on a mission as far as that goes

I got them at a distance, ain't no way that they'll get me

A true story, really why these rappers don't feel me

Hope the family slide, I see the envy in they eyes

Usually take the Yoda, but Brody got the X5

Usually take the Volvo, but Brody got the Mercedes outside

Yeah, uh, finish what we started I picture like Ferrari,

I see the house nostalgic we built it off of profit,

built it off of passionWe got the city lit up,

you think that I'm the mailman the way that I deliver,

I see these bitches bitter these bitches know I been up

Cold spitter, mic killer, Dope dealer, rap killer,

Mike jack Mike Thriller, Mike Jordan, Mike, uh

Got the gas, don't pump Got the pack, no fronts

Got my dawgs front line, treat my dawgs with love

Yeah, started in the apartments, cuttin' off the Mack

My Brody pushin' Acura, started writin' raps

My Brody pushin' Civic, we was high on packs

Splittin' them mills up, split the ramen pack up

Talkin' out your neck, uh, see your Twitter rant, huh

Your bitch gave me head, dawg, she gave me all of that

You better come correct, dawg, I'm ridin' with my slat

She said she feel safer over here, she ran it back

If this was chess, we'd be yellin' checkmate three f***in' years ago

Cause we been beat these b***hs, it's not a game

We out here tryin' to help our people make money

We tryin' to get out of this three strike circle they got us in

And start gettin' our pen papers on, so that's what we doin

by strength in numbers

Yeah, survival of the fittest

I'm jiggy and I'm gifted

My youngin' from the trenches

Mechanics play a difference

I'm puttin' up the numbers

Married to the gang shit

Mama raised a hustler

Off to the masses

So this the last supper

I hit him with a pivot

Step back for a jumper

Hit him like it's 96

Death row summer

I gave these boys rhythm

Don't you play me for a sucker

I gave these boys so high

He switch up on his brothers

Yeah, ain't no sympathy

Get rid of him

You can't riddle me

They holdin' eagles, I hold remedies

Blueprints, this a ransom to my enemies

Yeah