No Discounts Lyrics

Wrote this with the Cartier pen do I sound different

I'm back on road, long time no see

I'm still rockin' gold, got Off-White my sneaks

Still not cuffin' hoes, it's one time don't keep

You can't belong to me and belong to the streets

And everything's for sale, but the price ain't cheap

I'd rather visit you in jail than post R.I.P

That n***a really frail, but he act like he's such a big dog

Someone yank his leash

I took responsibility for this, it's up to me

Play with the family and don't breathe if that shit's up to me

Believe just half of what you see, cause n****s make believe

I needed pain relief for real, I had to take it easy

This life took too many people that I love from me

She want me now, she used to never say what's up to me

They sent threats, but not a single thing was done to me

The way some of y'all be movin', it's just dumb to me

She in her feelings talkin' bullshit like she done with me

Soon as I say I'm leavin', bet she'll come with me

Partying while being broke, this don't sound fun to me

It's funny how they overlook me, and now they under me

Now they can't fuck with me

How do you describe the confidence you had to trust yourself down the stretch

I'm one of the, humbly, one of the best basketball players in the world, you know

I own my own label, I can drop without permission

You not ready for the consequences, don't be dissin

Now she postin', tryna get my attention

Made her fall in love, but that was never my intention

I swear I only hit it one time, now she miss me

Doin' bout a buck twenty, glidin' in the six-speed

I'm a vibe, but I'm damaged, baby, you can't fix me

Paranoid, I think that everybody's out to get me

Feelin' like a Jeep Wrangler, gettin' lifted

All my chains gettin' tangled, gotta shift them

She tryna find the perfect angle to post a picture

Niggas squares, rectangles, niggas bitches

Pockets bluer than a 60, RIP to Nipsey

They bring the smoke to your front door, not the chimney

Heard your main man hit the stand, he turned Mickey

She know I'm just a rapper, but she still gon' wanna lick me

This is not that other shit, nah, it's the big league

Think I'm takin' off now, I ain't talkin' sick leave

Playin' with the blue cheese, gettin' niggas sw… ok

On Halloween, I still can't treat a hoe or let a trick me

I been goin' uh, wait, I been goin' beast mode

Everything is green, Stephen Curry at the free throw

All the verses, sheeesh I really think that I'm a cheat code

You can never catch me in my feelings bout a freak hoe

I been gettin', yeah, I been gettin' to it

The beef is one-sided, nigga, we are not into it

You had your chance for real, safe to say that you blew it

You might be in the game, safe to say that you're losin

They was sleepin' on me, but I put that shit to bed

Half you niggas ridin' around in Chargers, look like feds

Heard that you been talkin', but you know that shit is dead

You gotta do somethin', we don't trip on what you said, nigga

Wrote this with the Cartier pen do I sound different