NO ONE Lyrics

You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female

No bail

Unless she my wife, I did a fail still stressed

Doing time

Dropped into, this life a crime

You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female

No bail unless she my wife, I did a fail Still stressed

Doing time dropped into, this life a crime

Don't listen, cuz my vision blurry

Ain't trying leave in a hurry, ain't trying scurry

Seen people die over money, nothing funny

Blue prints for making money

You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female

No bail

Unless she my wife, I did a film Still stressed

Doing time, won't stop until the doughs mine

My cousin Jamanoor, got me through the road life

Seen so many people drop, so I drop tears

Most of them no longer here

These past years that I gone by

Fear that I may no longer live a proper life

See my own pain in my mind

You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female

No bail

Unless she my wife, I did a fail still stressed

Doing time

Dropped into, this life a crime

You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female

No bail unless she my wife, I did a fail Still stressed

Doing time dropped into, this life a crime

My tears drop, forget cops

Never forget to hold back when my time comes

Witness so many high ones

They aim the sky, and buy some

Being in jail, got me no mail

A live in hell, trapped in a cell

No one to call, waiting for the bus to get transferred

Hoping early I don't leave in a black hearse

Still waiting for a dispatch, only to get dispersed

And my cursed going ill

I could swore on my life, they don't care how I feel

And am i going ill?

I could sell my life, they don't care how I feel

You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female

No bail

Unless she my wife, I did a fail still stressed

Doing time

Dropped into, this life a crime

You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female

No bail unless she my wife, I did a fail Still stressed

Doing time dropped into, this life a crime

Don't listen, cuz my vision blurry

You can see my vision, they had me on the television

So many bodies are going missing

So people are killing innocent bodies

Streets got me running from the bobby

They trying stop me like the poppy molly

And will it ever stop, I just blame cops

Never stop and stare, I couldn't care if I bust shots

Cut rocks, running food into the blocks

Until feds run up in the drug spots

No wait kick off the door

Waving a four, yeah I been poor trying to get rich

To get rich you have to do mad things

You got dreams to be a rich

The street born hustler, this ain't your average