No Depression

Ay, ay, turn the beat up, turn my headphones up

Turn my headphones up

G Herbo (808 Mafia)

Coulda got rich, I was eighteen, had some minor setbacks

Street ****, if I don't do nothing

I'ma run that check back

Couple bitches used to play me

Now they get the message

You can keep that pussy, baby, I'm not interested

Cross my heart hundred times a day

I know this shit a blessing

Never gave me shit, got up, made a way

Learned life from all my lessons

I guess more money and more problems

Why a **** stressing

About no paper, I ain't stressing

Bitch, ain't no depression

About no paper, I ain't stressing

Bitch, ain't no depression

I was sixteen, made two fifty off a fourteen

Bought a Smith and Wesson

In the trap house, twenty to a hundred

When the door ring, gotta stay awake, no more lean

Walking gram's crib, looking like a zombie from a horror scene

Off a four of red and a four of green

Thirty on me, run up and you know what it's gon' be

Spray the boy head like oil sheen

Bitches love to whore me

They adore me

Ride me like a horsey

I can't marry you, girl, you's a cold ho

Been one way before me

Want a big house, bankroll, purse cost four G's

Know you wanna see my Porsche keys

Forty more on the dashboard

Homie got a GT, so he wanna see how the sport be

Self made like a boss be, never got a advance

Never needed y'all to endorse me

Worked hard, wasn't shit planned

'Member 2010, teacher told me I wouldn't be shit, and

If I see that ho, bitch, I'ma make her so sick

Rollie on my wrist cost a whole brick (808 Mafia)

They won't ever see it coming till it's over with

I was eighteen, had some minor setbacks

Street ****, if I don't do nothing

I'ma run that check back

Couple bitches used to play me

Now they get the message

You can keep that pussy, baby, I'm not interested

Cross my heart hundred times a day

I know this shit a blessing

Never gave me shit, got up, made a way

Learned life from all my lessons

I guess more money and more problems

Why a **** stressing

About no paper, I ain't stressing

Bitch, ain't no depression (Ay)

My OG told me, "If you want something, better get at it and if you fail, better keep at it"

She'll tell you, "You couldn't get the bag, you was fumbling"

Sooner or later, though, he got it

I thought my destination was straight to the paper

But fuck that, I learned how to re-route it

And you say that it's there, but G Herbo trust nobody

Hand it to me, gotta re-count it

And if you want smoke, that shit south gotta sleep 'bout it

All that gangsta shit, we 'bout it

**** don't wanna see 'bout it

Acting like he 'bout it

Ain't show us nothing, so we doubt it

And this watch really made to wear on occasions

But I rock mine on the regular

.40 Glock in my Ethika's

Don't try no extra stuff

Turn that boy meat to a vegetable

I was broke, I was stressing, bruh

Pockets negative, now I got zeros with decimals

Commas, I mean

Don't think 'cause I got the cream

We ain't toting choppers with beams

I'm that **** in Chiraq, but I'm not the king

'Cause I got enough enemies

And I swear, baby, you could hold on to that pussy

'Cause it don't mean nothing to me (808 Mafia)

No, they can't get enough of the G

I was eighteen, had some minor setbacks

Street ****, if I don't do nothing

I'ma run that check back

Couple bitches used to play me

Now they get the message

You can keep that pussy, baby, I'm not interested

Cross my heart hundred times a day

I know this shit a blessing

Never gave me shit, got up, made a way

Learned life from all my lessons

I guess more money and more problems

Why a **** stressing

About no paper, I ain't stressing

Bitch, ain't no depression

About no paper, I ain't stressing

Bitch, ain't no depression

About no paper, I ain't stressing

Bitch, ain't no depression

Couple bitches used to play me

Now they get the message

You can keep that pum-pum, baby, I'm not interested

Bitch, ain't no depression

I ain't stressing, bitch, ain't no depression

Play me? They get the message

Baby, I'm not interested