No Need To Say More

If this rap go, then I rap more I like to talk my shit, I'm an asshole I like to set it off, check the stats, bro I been on a mission as far as that goes I got them at a distance, ain't no way that they'll get me A true story, really why these rappers don't feel me Hope the family slide, I see the envy in they eyes Usually take the Yoda, but Brody got the X5 Usually take the Volvo, but Brody got the Mercedes outside Yeah, uh, finish what we started I picture like Ferrari, I see the house nostalgic we built it off of profit, built it off of passionWe got the city lit up, you think that I'm the mailman the way that I deliver, I see these bitches bitter these bitches know I been up Cold spitter, mic killer, Dope dealer, rap killer, Mike jack Mike Thriller, Mike Jordan, Mike, uh Got the gas, don't pump Got the pack, no fronts Got my dawgs front line, treat my dawgs with love Yeah, started in the apartments, cuttin' off the Mack My Brody pushin' Acura, started writin' raps My Brody pushin' Civic, we was high on packs Splittin' them mills up, split the ramen pack up Talkin' out your neck, uh, see your Twitter rant, huh Your bitch gave me head, dawg, she gave me all of that You better come correct, dawg, I'm ridin' with my slat She said she feel safer over here, she ran it back If this was chess, we'd be yellin' checkmate three f***in' years ago Cause we been beat these b***hs, it's not a game We out here tryin' to help our people make money We tryin' to get out of this three strike circle they got us in And start gettin' our pen papers on, so that's what we doin by strength in numbers Yeah, survival of the fittest I'm jiggy and I'm gifted My youngin' from the trenches Mechanics play a difference I'm puttin' up the numbers Married to the gang shit Mama raised a hustler Off to the masses So this the last supper I hit him with a pivot Step back for a jumper Hit him like it's 96 Death row summer I gave these boys rhythm Don't you play me for a sucker I gave these boys so high He switch up on his brothers Yeah, ain't no sympathy Get rid of him You can't riddle me They holdin' eagles, I hold remedies Blueprints, this a ransom to my enemies Yeah