N.O.M.

Vodka sipping, vision blurry forgot the top was missing No competition like a cop that tells you stop resisting Thanking the Lord that I'm not in prison 10-4 my clock is ticking, opportunity is knocking isn't it Let 'em in, ain't got no time for propositions Pop the medicine, then bump the speakers nigga rock the engine Blowing up, no looking back like I'm Ferrari whipping Fake love making me run might just hop the fence and settle in I'm living life to the fullest until I'm dead again Flashing lights (Lights), they calling me young Edison I'm off this Hen again And if they wanna stop the kid they need a better plan, I'm saying You got nothing on me Who gonna stop this homie Ooo I'd like to see it You cannot control me I must confess it to the church pastor The mainstream got the people so obsessed with the worst rappers I've never messed with a thirst trapper That shit will have you mad stressed like desserts backwards I don't do the drama, labels don't wanna sign me they Fry-ed like Futurama Hakuna Matata this coup d'etat is the trutest promise Trying to go back-to-back with the Dubs like I'm Iguodala Call me the New Obama Dope symphonies with the Killer Beez like woah Industry put a pin in me want to go and change my identity be a different me but I won't Hop skipping and jumping over these niggas that's the motive Feel it in my soul when I spit it cause You got nothing on me Who gonna stop this homie Ooo I'd like to see it You cannot control me You got nothing on me Who gonna stop this homie Ooo I'd like to see it You cannot control me