No Attachment Lyrics

Don't show me no sympathy cause I been all alone

I'm in the studio rapping mom on the phone

It's a lot of pressure on me, I can feel it coming on

It gotta be a good feeling, ain't feel this when I was home

When you said you love me you was lying

All my homies dying

I still don't know who riding

That ain't surprising

I been on my own I'm thriving

I'm still alive

Come and take something from me I'm sliding

Won't catch me crying

Remember blowing checks at Marshalls when I wasn't even driving

Now I can buy Dior and I won't say nothing about it

I just be stacking my money investing

Don't care about style

I know I be dressing bummy

I promise I could be the flyest

Get in from of the mic and start freestyling

I don't even try

I swear I don't see no competition I be feeling like I'm blind

Ayo, we ain't putting no hook on this, let it keep going man

Aye

Run down on him, catch him lacking beat his block up

That boy done got knocked up out his shoes, pick your socks up

Street niggas, when we shoot you better not call them cops up

That's your little homie, I made that nigga give your rocks up

Gang, gang, I don't gang bang, slang them things things

Let it ring, ring, if I up it it go bang bang

Choppa sing, sing la la la la la, ay

La la la la la la la

Nesto just sit back and say damn

After losing so many friends, was never the plan

He got the, he got the whole world in his hands

Steady rapping his mind, ain't no relaxing his heart

Got no attachments, nah nah, yeah

He don't know what love is

My homie died by the gun, now I know what a slug is

I knew that I was the one, stood on a block with no fear

No pain, no gain, but you can't find a hope here

My homie steady fighting cases, same crime in different places

He know he did that shit when he got caught, he say the police racist

The jets be looking funny, now they stalk when they see different faces

They told you if you snitch, they'll let you walk, but you can't take no bases

Why I stay on my grind

They hit my phone, but I ain't never got time

Nah nah, they hit my line, but I ain't never got time

Nesto just sit back and say damn

After losing so many friends, was never the plan

He got the, he got the whole world in his hands

Steady rapping his mind, ain't no relaxing his heart

Got no attachments, nah nah, yeah

He don't know what love is

My homie died by the gun, now I know what a slug is

Yeah

Now I ain't street, but I was, I sold dope where the club is