No Hook Lyrics

Yea

Ouh

I just feel like

I'm tired of holding so much in, you know what I mean, like

It's time for people to know the truth about me

You feel me?

Hold up, Yea

Fuck a hook, nigga, I'ma start off with a verse

I'm good at rappin', but sometimes with this shit, I feel cursed

Seen Aaron, Phat, and Brian in a hearse

Chose a fate they didn't deserve, Pray for the best, but prepare for the worse

All you got is yourself, you earn your stripes like a ref

Used to hang with plenty niggas, guess how much I got left

Either they dead or in jail

Servin' life with no bail

So many sins that I did, he might just send me to hell

Been about three years, ain't seen my dad since I was sixteen

Marshals took him from me, so it's still fuck the police

Bust down the door and put him on his ass

Pops he told me, cut the grass

My bad, I'm reminiscing on the past

But let me change the subject

Niggas' fake, they suspect

See hate up in they eyes, ain't surprised that they upset

Couple people that envy, what the fuck they got against me

Fuck nigga, don't tempt me, this just the beginning

Take a bath, this a money shower

Get that money, then get that power

Stack it tall like the eiffel tower, we wipe your nose like he snorting powder

RH3 he up next, used to call myself the best

Ain't got no time for the rest

Gotta speak this from your chest

Haha, haha, yea

Gotta speak this shit from the heart man

Gotta speak this shit from your chest nigga

Yea, No Hook

RH3 type shit

Problem when I ask for your help

Graduated by myself, I kept my books on the shelf

Said I won't ask for none else

I did this shit on my own, nobody had put me on

Turn up my microphone, hear this shit through my song

Oh, y'all thought I was done

Forever shine like the sun

Done gave people my last, but when I ask, 'yeen got none

Can't fuck with people like that

I got my front and my back

I never fumbled the sack

You niggas goin', out sad

Goin' in, I can't quit

I swear these bitches ain't shit

She said she got a man, but why she still on my dick

Asked for money, so I gave her the tip

Hit that hoe and I dip

I left my kids on her lip

Haha I did

Wrestle with your hoe, I fuck her Raw and I Smack Down

You blowin' up her phone, she givin' dome 'till her neck tired

You won't leave her alone, she get home, said her phone died

She won't leave me alone, no matter what, we got soul ties

I'ma make this hoe crazy

Nut inside that bitch, so you can think it's your baby

That lil' boy shit you wit', I swear to God, it don't phase me

I'm legit with this shit, perfect my craft on a daily

Studio goin' crazy, yeah

Aye, No Hook

Yeah

Try to like

Try to like just let the beat ride out, 'bout right here

Let the beat ride out, right there

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Guala

Yeah

RH3 type shit

Yeah

Yeah

Okay, okay, hold up, hold up