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No Hook2
542
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Hook2 was released on December 23, 2022 by Open Shift Distribution as a part of the album Street Politician
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Release DateDecember 23, 2022
LabelOpen Shift Distribution
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Spliffjit
Spliffjit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antonio Mcmillian
Antonio Mcmillian
Songwriter

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Fuck
That real Pyrex shit
Uh
[Verse 1]
I really went hard for ****
Way back in '16, I hit that cell, I took that charge for ****
I took my tour with all this shit, I think too large for ****
You can hear that struggle all in my voice, that poverty carved a ****
You can hear that hustle all in my voice 'cause they can't starve a ****
Now they all be givin' out shit for free, but they still charge a ****
This shit for me, how you tap me? That shit had scarred a ****
I'm gon' leave that shit right where I smelled it, ain't gon' start with ****
I'm gon' play my hand right where they dealt it, playin' it smart with ****
Playin' this shit to my best
Playin' this shit to my vest
Uh, mama, I'm felony test
Uh, I can't get no rest for real, baby, I'm tired, I'm stressed
Uh, maybe I'm kind of depressed
These **** be doin' too much and I just be tryna do less
For real, no talkin', just sittin' that check
No stuntin', no time to flex
Uh, I ain't even tryna have sex
Uh, baby, come break your neck for real
**** know I'm up next for real
Stood in the trap, won't stress a deal
We was just broke, just stretchin' meals
We was just up off ecstasy pills
Stood on that block like T.J. Watt and I hit like Buck O'neil
I want a bag, it's fuck a thot, got on my bag, I love the feel
Ayy, I am not rushin' this shit, slow is better than fast
I can recall them days when I ain't have shit, so tell me what's better than last
Start beatin' the pot and I look at my wrist, drop and they tell me it's glass
Power House callin' my phone, the credit done hit, gotta pay extra in cash, extra in cash
I been to Hell and back for real, I had a blast
Stuck in the cell, I ain't never tell, so yeah, label me one of the last
I will not fail, I gotta prevail, I promise that I'ma go fetchin' a bag
It's in myself to catch me a sale, so look, I cannot sit on my ass
I need the bricks and I need the bales, so look, put all this shit in the bag
I'm in the street just like a Seville, I guess you could say I'm livin' fast
I played the game like it was Atari, now look, that karma be all on my ass
I felt the shame and I felt the sorry, so look, I'ma be flexin' this cash
I done been broke and couldn't make a dollar, so look, I'm makin' a play like I'm Chad
I was too small and couldn't be a starter, so I started rockin' them burgundy rags
I felt like school ain't had enough offers, so look, I started skippin' the class
I hit the club and drank out a bottle and look, fucked around, fell on my ass
Fresh out a cell, I'm goin' full throttle and look, got all these fuck **** mad
Fresh out a cell, this ho wanna holler and look, got all my ex bitches sad
Fresh out a cell, I'm chasin' a dollar 'cause, yeah, I lost everything that I had
Uh, yeah, yeah, I lost everything that I had and I went flat, brr
Written by: Antonio Mcmillian
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