No Hooks

Intro: Oh yeah All bars Ha! Tukays Bazz man Lets do this! Sikeee! Hahaa For real though Lets get it Verse 1: Inducted into the world at half past eleven (Go check it) On the eve of 1st March 1997 Love life (Love life) Got as much vision as Stevie But i Keep wondering And like the capital of Ireland our money kept Dublin So now I Can't be out here doing music with just anybody (Nah) Ain't these niggas tired of being bodied to the point They wanna..It's like (it's like) Be somebody else (Dawg) They still bump your old shit And never really change it (nah nah) They set up a playlist and never rearrange it And you wake up wondering how you haven't made it At the same time, you're wondering how you're still faded (It's like Dawg) It's like the life you're living It's all hallucinations They don't appreciate the flow, the bars or the cadence (Nah) Vendredi le treize, (Goddamn) and guess who's playing victim Nah scratch that, mann, guess who's playing Jason All bars and no hooks One verse with no bridges Keys to the doors, keep it, i'mma rip it off it's fucking Hinges Sheesh!! Man The flow is flames now The way i'm sounding is like Meek coming out of Jamestown (Damn) I'm tired of tyrnna tolerate the same clowns (Dawg) It's like ain't y'all really tired of the same sounds (I'm done) It's the beginning But I'm still running nigga (Go flip it) Swear i pulled out but somehow I'm still sonning niggas Verse 2: Niggas from the west I'm beating my chest HX2 my g like DJ khaled we the best Wanna ball George best Far from my peak no Everest Never rest until my heart stop pumping blood up in my chest my g Tyryna be the best my g Tukays sick like Leprosy Noah cook a beat Ay buetey don't tell them the recipe Fuck wiv me don't fuck wiv me Profit is my prophecy Noah beats had to put your beat up in a coffin g I hit up shabazz he say ay waspoppin g Drop another banger make you dance like mary Poppin(s) G Drop another banger get you hyped like you was Poppin E I'm just tryna get my shit exposed no double dees Heads up I kill beats mon ami Your boy grind nigga what the hell is dadabee I want bread like Lebanese Aim like Katness Everdeen If you don't know the catchphrase is grrrchigajheeze graah!! Shabazz: Man it's shots to your Dome now The way I'm shooting I swear you're home bound Where's your home now Close your dome now The way i'm flowing i can tell it's my own sound King Kwame: Yo Mind on the prize Eyes on the game An MC test me he's digging up his grave An MC test me he must be fucking brave Nigga, no lie, no chains like a free slave Shabazz: Man, that's word to Tukays So I had to kick it up a notch It's that periodic flow So i swear you know that i had to kick it up her crotch So listen Now the flow is just different I might just go back to the times that i never used to listen Now i glisten Listen to the flow I'd swear that nothing's missing Shit, unless we kick it But listen it's just Tukays And 2 plays And i , usually am gay but i'm too straight But with straight A's and a couple B's I'm just trynna get this dick inbetween her double D's