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lirik lagu no hook – fella

(verse)
got your bm bonnet on, my n*gga we not the same
ea need to sponsor me, n*gga it’s in the game
i ain’t playin’ ’bout a thing, never catch me tuckin’ chains
out in la chasin’ chicken, hungry like i work for cane’s
f*ck the fame, just sayin’ y’all just do it for the gram
don’t matter who knows me, it just matters who i am
i don’t really got homies, you my brother or a fan?
you know i do it for the fam
if i’m 30 and my folks can’t retire, i have failed
mama told me it might rain, i done seen hail
thank the lord every day i ain’t sittin’ in a cell
like a baker’s dozen, n*gga f*ck 12
if you get to know tha fella, i ain’t lyin’ ’bout a thing
i ain’t rockin’ no chains, i don’t got a pinky ring
i give my money to thе homeless, chop it up with dope fiеnds
yeah i’m tryna touch a dollar, but it’s all for the team
i’m so hungry i don’t even wanna eat
i hit zay right now, he got 1000 f*ckin’ beats
and they all heat, my boy cook ’em in his sleep
and i just speak from the heart, to my n*ggas in the streets
look, you give a f*ck about your family? get a job
i don’t care how much you make, it don’t matter if you gone
3*7 years ain’t sh*t to have to sit, but it’s a lot that you gon’ miss
now a woman has to learn to father kids
n*ggas never wanna listen, unless you flexin’ or a pimp
better rap like roddy ricch, or hoop like scottie pippen
tryna hit a presidential l!ck like richard nixon
and if you ain’t with the sh*t, n*gga quit b*tchin’
the other day a white cop called me a n*gga
i hopped on facebook, and found his little sister
slid in her messages and offered her the stiffer
you know she was with it, even brought her friend with her
if you n*ggas wanna k!ll me, you gon’ have to come and catch me
life is like chess, and you n*ggas playin’ checkers
i respect a n*gga’s hustle, i can’t stand no f*ckin’ beggers
gotta video chat larry, it’s depressing writing letters
all my n*ggas gotta make it, a king never settles
y’all can have the fame, i’m pulling strings like geppetto
why every black neighborhood gotta be the ghetto?
and n*ggas got sticks with clips longer than stilettos
b*tches always ask me, how i’m so chill
i tell ’em nothin’ matters if you really don’t care
happiness a choice, i ain’t gon’ choose to stay mad
imma roll up a wood, sit back, and just laugh
this beat is too hard, i don’t even wanna write a hook
this sh*t is too hard, i don’t know if imma write a hook
zay, what you tryna do bruh, you tryna cook?
kareem in the paint, sh*t let’s do it, imma write a hook
the way the beat break down, is how we bustin’ cooks
that n*gga died, thinkin’ he was suge
if you alive right now, it ain’t luck it’s ’cause you should
be a man of your word, and be the best that you could
imma grab the rap game and put that sh*t inside a headlock
b*tches tend to hate their hair shorter than my dreadlocks
you n*ggas all hoes, them ain’t guns those is just props
even if you was strapped up, you ain’t send no shots
guess i ain’t write a hook, i’m really just talkin’
wood ain’t barred if every hit i’m f*ckin’ coughin’
head held high ’til they put me in a coffin
and you n*ggas ain’t gon’ catch me home alone, macaulay culkin
this beat is too hard, i’m glad i ain’t write a hook
this sh*t is too hard, wait, is this a hook?
i just write the recipe bruh, zay the real cook
and if you ever mention me, you better tell the truth
this sh*t is too hard, i ain’t even do it in the booth
we in my room right now, what you rollin’ zay, gorilla glue?
knock these vocals out quick, mix and master boxing in the coupe
how i k!ll this whole beat and i ain’t even write a f*ckin’ hook?
(tag)
(ay that’s hard zay)

- fella

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