NO MORE Lyrics

I don't care who you are, what you got, where you from, No

What you do, what you say, or who you know

If you ain't my friend then that means you my foe

So take a step back I won't warn you no more

The Bible says to keep your silence

I want revenge through verbal violence

Arthur told me get your eyes checked

Don't focus on these other side quests

That's wisdom for a better code

It's something good to follow I suppose

If opps show up tho, let the truth be told

This holy paladin is going rogue

Put a "b" in a tomb makin sure that it's silent

Even see a slight L take it out of my sight then

Make a hit then move back like I'm farming and kitin'

Make a hit then move round like I'm weaving I'm Tyson

My opp is my opp disregard what the issue be

If they jealous or hating, I get why they shading and dissin me

If I'm throwing a threat then you know that I'm doing it differently

Ezek 25:17 with great vengeance I've stricken thee, Jules Winfield

I don't care who you are, what you got, where you from, No

What you do, what you say, or who you know

If you ain't my friend then that means you my foe

So take a step back I won't warn you no more

no more

no more

no more

no more

Bring the gas out you know I'm finna cook

Till I'm flipping through the cash like I'm flipping through a book

When I make it to the top all the haters have a look

At my stacks have em shook

All the shots that they took

Turning round like a hook

Like a hoe w an ass yeah you know the bullets bounce back

Ain't ready for this shit, man, I hope you wore your brown pants

Boy you ain't the king in this kingdom, you a clown man

I think you got it mixed up so I'm letting out a loud laugh (LOL)

Didn't wanna do this

Be careful who you fool with

I believe in peace, but don't take me for a buddhist

Cleanest sonics in your ears, y'all should call me Q-Tip

Didn't just write the song, man you know that I produced it

Yeah I produced it

You know that I produced it

Yeah I produced it

And if this song the single Imma sell it like a loose cig

Then the whole pack

I'll put this shit up like a mixtape

Room for more tracks

I rock it like yall call me lil Drake

Bro I'll own that

I ain't the hardest, but I'm still great

that's a known fact

9 trip 0, here we go, jack the flow, CDO

All the haters let em go

Watch their fingers getting cold

Ain't no plays, ain't no likes

Ain't no stage, ain't no mic

Ain't no face, ain't no height

Ain't no taste, ain't no hype