lirik lagu no other option – t-dot
[chorus: t.dot]
now what i’ll tell ya’ll, young mixed n-gga tryna’ ball
like lonzo ball
spend it at the mall (at the mall)
[?] comin’ like all them hallow tips gon’ make him fall
straight up n-gga, like a wall
big flex, no john wall
dishin’ out sh-t like i’m chris paul
[verse 1: t.dot]
and i do this sh-t everyday
smokin’ on that reggie, h-ll nah
i’m smoking on that thrax, and i’m in the f-ckin’ back of the back
[verse 2: cp1]
ain’t never did no time, but my mind feels like i did life
i ain’t got nothin’ left
[?] no regrets, drunk up smokin’ cigarettes
got me thinkin’ some way
sayin’ i need to change my ways
get out the gang and focus on the f-ckin’ fame (on the fame)
nah f-ck the fame, it’s the p-ssion for the game (for the game)
pushes me to the [?], want my words to be heard
[?] high like a bird, rockstar life, that’s a blur
[?] from night to night
feels like i’m in a fight, i’m in that mental prison
no one will help or listen (no one will listen)
so i’m goin’ through h-ll, makin’ deals with the devil himself (yup)
askin’ “why the f-ck did i sit in that cell?” (why? double money)
[chorus: t.dot]
now what i tell ya’ll, young mixed n-gga tryna’ ball
like i’m lonzo ball, spend it at the mall (bop bop)
[?] comin’ like all them hallow tips gon’ make him fall (fall)
straight up n-gga, like a wall
big flex, no john wall
dishin’ out sh-t like i’m chris paul (chris paul)
[verse 3: t.dot]
spend it at the mall
and i’m f-ckin’ ballin’
had no other option (true)
now i’m milly rockin’
off the molly, b-tch i’m poppin’ (poppin’ poppin’)
your b-tch drives a maxima
back and forth like it’s natural
i’m missin’ my [?] on my sweater
big boss, i’m changin’ the weather
i’m light like a feather
i’m punchin’ it out, mayweather
[?] young n-gga reppin’
bullets make em’ dead, so two steppin’
but, b-tch i’m sippin’
no legal money, but i ain’t pimpin’
hard like a crack in the pavement
rip for our gone, still prayin’ (rip)
your boy snitchin’ so, what he sayin’?
leveled up quick (i did), i’m super saiyan
rip to my pops, sittin’ up top, holding on my spot
n-gga used to keep that glock
[?] f-ck a nine to five, rather grip the nine and five
chillin’ with my slime, and we gotta’ slime
don’t buy no drank, if you can’t drink it
i’m pourin’ eighth’s to the face, pray to god it ain’t laced (laced)
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