No Mo Sad Shit

No more sad shit my life too turnt up
Lines sharp man I’m about to cut a rug
Niggas sleep I hope them nigga resting snug
No silver spoon I had to get it out the mud, I had to stack my cash up
Real ass never had to act tough, real goons never had to act rough
Still lit drinking out the flask cup, still hood don’t make me have to mask up
Y’all niggas more mascara, I’m a Leo ass nigga, more Madagascar
No added gas I’m still fye as fuck nigga. want smoke? well shit light it up
nigga
In this bitch, get off a half a brick, my shit elaborate
I’m in a labyrinth, I found a way through this, the coldest shit I spit,
I’m tryna freeze my wrist
I’m tryna lower the risk of these hoes and shit, boy I was made for this —
dirty south
Boy you gotta pay a maid for this, man fuck fame but I’m bout to get laid for
this, with bad girls like Rihanna
Still take a boujee ass bitch to Benihana, country ass nigga still chasing
after dollars
Nigga with the heat like my name was Iguodala, always been a leader never been
the one follow oooo
Gotta catch myself, since ain’t no nigga catching up to me
I feel like Wayne c3 three peat, my PO still fuck with me
I smoke this gas and blow on trees, my flow gon last when I decease
That boy still spit — do this with ease… this shit feel like a breeze
A nice ass stroll straight through yo bloc — I got this rap shit here on lock
Lil piece still on cock, rest up lil Evan that boy gon rock
Still wish a nigga would, that boy gon chop, still winning so lopsided,
that choppa leave a nigga
Lopsided, new blood niggas that’s too excited, might cause a riot
Just off the sight, might off the boy cause he a different type,
niggas click it back
But can’t fucking type, and fuck yo bitch boy she not my fucking type nigga