No Debate

Talking out loud where I came I'ma king And it's not even from bling I don't know no such thing As a loss from the wing Hard pass if they asking me to sub, It's a no Cause I'm really on the go Ain't no mutha fuckin stoppin Zips clean in the mariner yatch It's the plot that I set I was never at the top I'm at the top (Top boy) Looking down Cause I never would forgot Niggas used to get down on the block, On the block (uh huh yessir yeah) Flip it flip flip it, aw yeah That's the way it's safe Counted yesterday, but today is not the same Focused on the Fame, nah that ain't plain Jane All up in my lane Until y'all end up flames Bitch move from the VIP You ain't down with the s-s-s-squad Move along, far beyond you ain't really on yo job Shawty tryna play the sides Throwing up the mob cause her last nigga mob This ain't that nah I need the fifteen The thirty Whip up that dirty Cop me a thirty-seven, thirty-eight, forty-five, forty-seven No debate (Skrrrr skkrrr skrrr skrrr) Jumping out the Benz With dead friends in my rubber bands (Skrrrr skkrrr skrrr skrrr) Jumping out the bando with rubber bands The rubber bands Hi-C orange candy paint up on whip wrapped Broke ya girls back had her looking like slug tapped Straight up in an instant had her melted like a KitKat That's a quick fact I was ballin since the net crashed She said that Qua'Jon (Yeah) Afro with the bomb (Nah) Cut my hair off But you know I got that young There was no debate played it dirty Shad Tate Ballin in the Wraith pushin P in black crates Dismissed the Blake's Afternoon in hollyhoves Insomnio, get to the bag In sleet or snow How far it goes, Word as bond, Wherever holds Insomnia, I couldn't sleep without my goals I need the fifteen The thirty Whip up that dirty Cop me a thirty-seven, thirty-eight, forty-five, forty-seven No debate (Skrrrr skkrrr skrrr skrrr) Jumping out the Benz With dead friends in my rubber bands (Skrrrr skkrrr skrrr skrrr) Jumping out the bando with rubber bands The rubber bands Hustle was a hobby I ain't really get to know slack That's a pro Jack used to be inside them projects This was bout the era when them candies was a whole Jack Give one to them hoes When you fuck, they do it right back Mystery machines got them ops looking for Scooby snacks Setting up booby traps we was never doing that I was with them niggas pushin In the field the gym, Jones Slicing pies, Kimbo The one on one, you can't hold Fully activated off the activist that nigga gone Come on man, you know a nigga really on I don't know them niggas how I knew them, cause we different stages, Different pack, different flavas Rubber bands, shit is dangerous I need the fifteen