Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joe Budden
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe Budden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonas Cardim
Producer
Letra
Uh-ooh, uh-oh
Uh-ooh! It's that on top, oh
Ta-ha, Joey (yeah, shit go hard too)
No comment, no comment
Ta-ha, whole bunch of yappin'
(Jersey!) That M.J. bullshit
Let me talk to 'em, l-look look look
Since the world don't revolve around me
(Then what?) Hoodie on, revolver on me
I'm the wrong one you wanna amp (why?)
'Cause **** could get missin'
Like you straight out of LeBron's summer camp (oh!)
Anytime the fed's see me
I tell 'em that the only thing fuckery here gets you the STD
My life, should be sold as a movie
From the (slum dog) tryin' to be a (millionaire), no groupies
When did the civilians decide to be a thug?
Motivated by the hate (but) inspired by the love
Rappers sayin my name like it's a bright tactic
Jackson 5, put your mic in a casket
Let the fans gas you and tell you you're nice
Be a legend in RAP, but a failure in life
For real, I don't think these dudes is spectacular
Pretty Ricky thugs who move like spectacular, ****
What up with you and so-and-so? Heard you got a diss
Don't know about that, but I know about this ****
No comment (what?), no comment (what?)
No comment, I ain't got a comment
Bloggers, Twitter, Budden TV
No comment, y'all ain't gettin' nothin' from me
I said, no comment (what?), no comment
No comment, I ain't got a comment
So I been called a snitch (but)
But I been called worse by better so let's skip over the lecture
That's a common lie (why?)
'Cause if I ever call the cops it's only gon' be to report a homicide
How am I in beef? I walk about free
They only talk about you, when you talk about me (****)
So go ahead and act hard
And somebody gon' grab chalk (and) and turn the streets into a blackboard (ay)
So I'm supposed to put **** on a pedestal
For rappin' 'bout a bunch of bullshit that they don't ever do
You look stupid when you go there
Say I'm only hot online you ain't heatin' up nowhere
Shot-gun in shot-gun, ride right past ya
Windows down, got every right to blast ya
No wonder he thinkin' he'll provide a disaster
'Cause bitches keep tellin' him that size don't matter (ta-ha)
What up with you and so-and-so? Heard you got a diss
Don't know about that, but I know about this ****
No comment (what?), no comment (what?)
No comment, I ain't got a comment
Bloggers, Twitter, Budden TV
No comment, y'all ain't gettin' nothin' from me
I said, no comment (what?), no comment
No comment, I ain't got a comment
Things **** say I don't mind it
Say they lost respect for me, who the fruck is askin' you to find it?
This is me practicin' censorship
Since the new definition of real **** is sensitive
In his interview, say I'm askin' for a hearse (but)
But couple months back he was askin' for a verse
Only hurts is the team used to bump you
Now he look like a fiend, I should slump you
Don't ask me who I'm talking to, don't ask me who I'm talking 'bout
No comment, (I ain't talkin' 'bout nobody)
No comment, (you workin' on a-) no comment
I ain't gotta comment, (ain't no preparation 'round here)
Joe Budden (no comment)
Tap out (no comment)
No comment, no comment, I ain't gotta comment (ayy)
**** is fuckin'
**** is shmucks, ta-ha
No comment, no comment
Nah, I ain't gotta comment (next **** on the mic, falls)
Ta-ha
No comment
No comment, no comment
Mo'fucker I ain't gotta comment
Written by: Joe Budden, Jonas Cardim
