No Filter

[Intro:Big Scoob] No filter, the latest entry from the big fella The definition of no filter Is I say what the f**k I wanna say When I wanna say it No matter who's listening! The truth is Half of these n***as gonna fuck with me anyway! So what a f**k am I losing? F**k y'all! Chorus: (x2) No control on these thoughts I've been thinking No filter on my words I just serve you what I'm thinking And please don't be mistaken, it's not only when I'm drinking When I choose to share my mental, it's a problem in the making Feel me n***a! [Verse 1: Big Scoob] I ain't never been one to bite my tongue I see the very first thing I'm thinking just for fun I call it whiskey thoughts, the thoughts that whiskey bought If that's the way I feel, then that's what I'mma talk Most of what I say, turns around and bites me But I don't give a f**k, cause y'all don't really f**k with me They say I say things that don't really need to say But if I hold it back, then it means I'm being fake I'm in a pit with snakes, slimy b*****ds filled with hate But I'm trying to feel my plate, so it's really no escape Maybe this is fate, I can be the voice of reason in a business where it pays for you to be deceiving That's why it's open season on these pussies when they speak to me I don't get no closer to these n***as than I need to be That was my mistake, n***as first go around No new for no feelings in this business so I'm showing out Feel me n***a! Chorus: (x2) [Verse 2: Big Scoob] Mind of a maniac, the pictures where I'm living at Rhymes of a braniac, now that I remember that I'm defined with these rhymes and the way I act Hard times left the grind in every rap Hard times left your homie mental scars That's the reason I'll be drinking I'm just drinking, drinking hard! Though I try to write these bars But these bars bring up memories These memories bring up violence That I'm trying to keep within me So I'm hoping that you hearing me Better yet, you're feeling me I'm trying to give you n***as Simple ways how to deal with me! Always keep it real with me, keep your s**t intact Lying is the number one reason I react become a silverback Introduction to this animal, no tolerance for no sucker s**t The s**t is not understandable I'mma keep it with my hustle that's the motto of the hood Feel up that bravado boy I wish a n***a would I ain't up to no good, I'm just trying to chase a dollar What you're talking? Are you coming, or it just might be a problem Feel me n***a? Chorus: (x2)