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lirik lagu no help – trae


“no help”
(feat. z-ro)

[z-ro:]
don’t come around my way, cause i don’t need a
‘nother fat weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve
acting like you really my n*gg*, but he after my cheese
y’all n*gg*z get me congested, move around and let me breathe
i remember when you n*gg*z, ain’t want me to hit the weed
now that i’m rapping, you see me and tell me to hit the weed
thinking you can get a vip p*ss, and get in free
but joseph mcvey, is enough company for me
wanna kick it with me, cause i kick it with the high cl*ss
y’all didn’t wanna kick it, when i was down on my *ss
in my cordoroy britches, y’all was in louis vatone
laughing and pointing at a n*gg*, trying to ruin my fun
for using the millennium, or money by the ton
you n*gg*z ain’t help me get it, i did it with no one
f*ck showing love back, i ain’t showing none (y’all n*gg*z don’t have to)
come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes
cause who the h*ll should i support, i’ma still be straight
the less n*gg*z around me, the better i can concentrate
when i came face straight, or open up my chest plate
it could be ya death date, get beside yourself
we ain’t cool, i think you better rewind yourself
before a cemetery, be where you can find yourself
so beat your feet, and let the do’ close behind yourself
i don’t need no friend, i don’t need no broad
only thing i need, is the help of the good lord
trying to kick it, but motherf*ckers sing to hard
cause i’ma be keeping it real, they gon be keeping it fraud
a hundred and fifty-two percent, are real with me
so instead of keeping my n*gg*z, get the steel with me
i can do bad one deep, so i chill with heat (f*ck y’all n*gg*z)

[hook:]
i don’t need no help my n*gg*, i can do bad on my own
and i don’t need no company lil’ mama, stop ringing my cellular phone
when i be down and out, n*body wanna come and kick it
i’m a n*body, until i can shine
so when my money is long, i don’t need n*body to visit
leave me lonely, like you did last time

[trae:]
i’m a *sshole, and i ain’t trying to be rude
but i don’t really give a d*mn, about none of y’all
you use to hate a n*gg* tough, from way back in the day
first off, f*ck each and every one of y’all
i be a loner on my own, alone hang with my chrome
these motherf*ckers play, life so fraud
i peep game, to the t
cause i don’t want n*body, to catch a n*gg* slipping on the boulevard
and on the other hand, just to make matters worse
i feel, they want me headed to the grave
and i ain’t ready to leave, i got my back planted against the wall
with a nine, about to misbehave
same old sh*t, with a friend or a foe
pack your sh*t, and get the f*ck out the do’
ain’t no way, you hoes finna be a part of my life
a.b.n, is all that i know
you can try what you wanna, but i ain’t gon fail
look at me now, and all the sh*t that i sell
i’ma beat a n*gg* trunk off, coast to coast
and everybody who doubt that, can go to h*ll
sometimes i’m right, sometimes i’m wrong
and i don’t give a f*ck, cause i’m in my zone
all that hate you got, it only make a n*gg* strong
so i like how it feel, when i’m left all alone

[hook]

[trae:]
you must of thought i forgot, when i was stuck on the block
and i was broke, everybody laughed a lot
and now the tables have turned, you n*gg*z fraud
and you know see trae, with his foot up on the gas a lot
cause i don’t trust you n*gg*z
give me fifty feet, ‘fore i rush you n*gg*z
move it around, cause i don’t f*ck with you n*gg*z
to tell the truth, i’m allergic to you n*gg*z
*sshole for life, until a n*gg* fly
n*gg* don’t stop, better go on p*ss by
and hoes, don’t call my cellular phone
the only thing, that y’all know how to do is lie

[z-ro:]
why y’all n*gg*z wanna rob wanna steal, that ain’t real
how the f*ck i’ma kick it with you, you ain’t gon get me killed
i done seen a lot of blood, on the battlefield
even though i’m tired, i be climbing up the ladder still
ain’t n*body words gon hurt me, even if they dessert me
i’ma still be grubbing, and drink a drink when i’m thirsty
just to be in my position, motherf*ckers ain’t worthy
so they feminine conversations, don’t even disturb me
i’m a gangsta, don’t need another n*gg* to grade me
if i’m in trouble, don’t need n*body to save me
steady losing composure, like my kon folk trae be
i’ma handle my bidness, ain’t n*body else made me

[hook x2]


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