No Fear ft. Jeremy Mbiba Lyrics

It's N-O-V-A rollin' deep

When I come out I spray on the people

Come through brazy, fear no evil

Grabbing up man, I'm mr tickle

I told him twice

Told him pack up your bags that's nice

Play with me now you're rolling dice

Snow Queen man are playing wit frozen ice

Skanking about

Your whole team see them doing up clout

See me fuck up your bag

Can hear them all moaning now

Air Force One now you're diving, crashing

Suffocate man when I'm getting the cash in

Roll too deep for a has-been

Booked and busy and pretty

Like Princess Jasmine

Getting the cash in

Boy better know I'm getting the cash in

Dressed in the fashion

Boy better know I'm the highest fashion

Boy better know I'm lavish

The perfect date is a steak in Paris

Doing up Haddish

Said the perfect mate

Gotta make me laugh in Spanish

Just just joking

No straight edge I'm always smoking

Stay so high but always focused

Sing my praise and give me roses

Snort this ting up your noses

Stay so high but always chosen

Golden child the words were spoken

Take this verse as my token

I ain't ever met another like me.

It's a party gotta turn up the heat

Ain't nobody coming close to my league

Making moves, now they feeling a way

Influential, now they feeling the wave

My potential, exponential

Only thing bigger than me is my checklist

Know I mean it when I flex this

Ice on 'em

Minks on 'em

Everything we gotta we do it to 'em

(When the squad pull up)

Yeah we do it to em

They asking what I'm on

Upper echelon

You know that I'm a don

No F-E-A-R

Only ting I chase is paper

Not with your man right now

But I will be later

Don't be a hater

Come around me

Turn him into a tester taster

Try mess with my cash

You will get splashed

Man are doing up clueless

Like they fuckin' on Stacey Dash

That's mad

Mash up the rave all day

If you see me at function

Best believe that I'm getting paid

Like I said no fear

I'm never afraid

Bringing shame to your name

Make you dig your own grave

Make you be your own slave

Make you count all my coppers and change

Make you buy me a Range

And wreck the whip in the same bloodclat day

Wait hold up

You're the best?

I don't mean no disrespect but I've seen the rest

It's clearly me

You're just a fan

No French connection

Now what's this talk about oui?

We keep it real

We got that will

And we so fresh

just like the prince and Uncle Phil

We making bank you know the deal

Because

There ain't no rest for the wicked