No Explanation (feat. Dollerie)

I know that you proud Pack ya feelings up like Prada man The socks it match the shoes And the shoes it match the Cullinan Speaking on my name And my question still like "who?" Why you talking about your guns if you know you ain't gone shoot ? Couple bands and they blue And this neck it's kinda new But I know this chain gone stay here Cuz this shit is stuck like glue Baby get up out your feelings There ain't time for business I'm making the money plays Then why you think your money in it I don't, I don't wanna talk I don't want your explanation I've been standing on this wall From this paper I'm chasing Racks coming in, so the money is making I know she gone talk, cause she like entertaining Baby in the radio I'm feeling like I'm spacing On a whole another planet it feel so invasive Wondering if you gone go get caught up Thinking that we ducking, nigga, go and get your cards up If you come around us Wait, please don't come around us He been acting goofy Ever since he took the stardust Told her touchdown, I'm a pull up in a week She ain't got no chill when her ass start to tweak She been really tweaking off the medical weed And that's how we know it can not just be trees And you can call me the young M-I-C- K-E-Y, cause I'm after all this cheese They still hating on my craft, aw jeeze Can't accept that I'm becoming an OG Now I ain't mainstream, but I'll take your main B Young and reckless, but a fucking classic like the 80s I got tired, always acting like an effing fake G Then I gained respect, and now the real Gs pay me They don't care that I put my heart into this shit, well pardon me For the God complex like I went to Heaven and rented A new apartment in this bitch, like her finger what she thinks of me I remember when nobody wanted to rap with me Now nobody wanna rap with me They way too pussy, actually, in fact, I double dog dared Dollerie To even send this track to me Your favorite rapper waiting to hear back from me You wait to hear back from your favorite bitch, she arch her back for me At this point, speaking down on my name is blasphemy I don't gotta stay equipped all the time, my squad blast for me I'm just an artist, a canvas becomes a masterpiece The pen is the brush, but you ain't wanna be in this gallery Back up all this shit I speak, it's diarrhea of the mouth Rhyme book as a diary I ain't the type to always snap violently But don't try me, take me as a joke, you'll get smoked with an iron knee Y'all must be blind if you ain't eyeing me