No Explanation ft. Dollerie Lyrics

I know that you proud

Pack ya feelings up like Prada man

The socks it match the shoes

And the shoes it match the Cullinan

Speaking on my name

And my question still like "who?"

Why you talking about your guns if you know you ain't gone shoot ?

Couple bands and they blue

And this neck it's kinda new

But I know this chain gone stay here

Cuz this shit is stuck like glue

Baby get up out your feelings

There ain't time for business

I'm making the money plays

Then why you think your money in it

I don't, I don't wanna talk

I don't want your explanation

I've been standing on this wall

From this paper I'm chasing

Racks coming in, so the money is making

I know she gone talk, cause she like entertaining

Baby in the radio I'm feeling like I'm spacing

On a whole another planet it feel so invasive

Wondering if you gone go get caught up

Thinking that we ducking, nigga, go and get your cards up

If you come around us

Wait, please don't come around us

He been acting goofy

Ever since he took the stardust

Told her touchdown, I'm a pull up in a week

She ain't got no chill when her ass start to tweak

She been really tweaking off the medical weed

And that's how we know it can not just be trees

And you can call me the young M-I-C-

K-E-Y, cause I'm after all this cheese

They still hating on my craft, aw jeeze

Can't accept that I'm becoming an OG

Now I ain't mainstream, but I'll take your main B

Young and reckless, but a fucking classic like the 80s

I got tired, always acting like an effing fake G

Then I gained respect, and now the real Gs pay me

They don't care that I put my heart into this shit, well pardon me

For the God complex like I went to Heaven and rented

A new apartment in this bitch, like her finger what she thinks of me

I remember when nobody wanted to rap with me

Now nobody wanna rap with me

They way too pussy, actually, in fact, I double dog dared Dollerie

To even send this track to me

Your favorite rapper waiting to hear back from me

You wait to hear back from your favorite bitch, she arch her back for me

At this point, speaking down on my name is blasphemy

I don't gotta stay equipped all the time, my squad blast for me

I'm just an artist, a canvas becomes a masterpiece

The pen is the brush, but you ain't wanna be in this gallery

Back up all this shit I speak, it's diarrhea of the mouth

Rhyme book as a diary

I ain't the type to always snap violently

But don't try me, take me as a joke, you'll get smoked with an iron knee

Y'all must be blind if you ain't eyeing me