No Guidance Lyrics

Feel

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

I feel like a motherless child

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

Oh, I feel like a motherless child

Wait wait

Pablo Picasso, I'm killing off every artist

I feel like a motherless child

The way she did me, I feel like I just wanna kill the bitch

Every time she come around, I'm swerving that big body Chevy

They hate how I use it, the same way I run through the town

No thanks to my music, I tie the knot with nooses

She won't leave till I'm dead in the -

I take everything except medicine

I'm just lying, I need me some etiquette

Got this bitch laying down like a settlement

Because my Pippylong, like Mrs. Messersmidt

And they call me a modern day Edison

Even though I don't know where my head is in

I just wanna rap better than Eminem and everyone in between

I got no guidance,

I wanna kill off a rapper for no other reason

But K'ari just wanna be king

Niggas be thinking I'm doing this shit because of Lu-

I don't gotta tell y'all a thing

I don't even rap for the audience

I'm being honest, not even to murder a beat

The only time nigga rap for someone is at sonic

It's only for burgers and me

Cartier lenses, just isn't something I'm depending on

I'll take a pendant for free and I don't even need it

Kill off a rapper, modern Liam Neeson

Bout to make money, thousand dollar season

Still ain't enough, but still a nigga need it

This bitch a beast, I gotta learn to feed it

No food or dollars, there's something in between me

Naw I'm too modest,

Don't got no money, I work and get up in the AM

I don't even get me no sleep

I done spent all of my dollars on this little thing that I think that I'm good at

I think

Well no I know it, so I'ma dish it out and show it or I might just slip in the sink

I'ma get dollars and models and momma some commas and follows and bottles

Can't nobody tell me a thing

Pablo Picasso, I'm killing off every artist

I feel like a motherless child

The way she did me, I feel like I just wanna kill the bitch

Every time she come around, I'm swerving that big body Chevy

They hate how I use it, the same way I run through the town

No thanks to my music, I tie the knot with nooses

She won't leave till I'm dead in the -

I take everything except medicine

I'm just lying, I need me some etiquette

Got this bitch laying down like a settlement

Because my Pippylong, like Mrs. Messersmidt

And they call me a modern day Edison

Even though I don't know where my head is in

I just wanna rap better than Eminem and everyone in between

I got no guidance

Wait and I'm malicious They call me a devil with horns

Tearing right through niggas like Japanese swordsmen

Rather be slicing than blasting through doors

Got a bitch by my side, she got ass to some more

Now this girl got bodies, but she ain't a whore

It's just back in the day, her ass like to explore

Now she be swiping them cards, no remorse

And she Mexican too, might as well call her Dora

Feeling like love's something you can't ignore

Man its in your head, whether you in it or ain't

But my head is empty, my brain gon' be kicking in doors

Findin out it don't know how to think

Her ass feelin' frigid, she's swimming with fishes

Lil nigga the sharks ate her up right away

She ain't do her dishes, my water got her booty clenchin

She look like she sat on a Bidet

And I don't think I'll ever feel pain, cause these girls are all so insane

She looking for something to gain, drove me out of control

I told her ass to stay in her lane

Savage and still can't be tamed

This shit getting old like that motherfucker walk with a cane

Sayin she don't like my name and she want me to change

Scrubbing and she washing my brain, but she know I'll always be the same

Girls trying to get married with turtles and doves

But love, I do not know what that is

Believe what I want, but I won't be able to trust

Until I tone for my sins, this isn't a lens

My picture is painted in black with a little bit of red added in

But the frame that it's in, they look too long of a story

I best grab a paper and Pen

Pablo Picasso, I'm killing off every artist

I feel like a motherless child

The way she did me, I feel like I just wanna kill the bitch

Every time she come around, I'm swerving that big body Chevy

They hate how I use it, the same way I run through the town

No thanks to my music, I tie the knot with nooses

She won't leave till I'm dead in the -