No Squids

i speak for me not no other avatar
im tryna smoke my tree an have a laugh
comin like twerk back season ina charts
how they wanna shake batty for some calibur
i dont need fake love from no manager
i cannot lie i dont rate these amateurs
i cannot ride brudda this a whole marathon can turn backwards
all for some passa darg
i cant have things on me in the passenger
ca im a big boss an a ambassedor
fam i got flip flops more than these manas cars worth an thats big facts
to a next rapper darg

gues im a old skl rapper
true dandadda
not no cappa
on sight scrapper
always in mazza
fuck all that im a grown up brudda

when the lights go out but the fire remains
no more playing these violent games
i aint gotta lie my brudda im ashmed
of all of this hurt
this pain
this that wind beneath ur sale when u cant maintain
that get up and go again
dont let pressure control ur brain
dont just mess up an float away
infact come closer a little closer its not a game
gave them so much for my plate
fucked my soul up along the way
cant do road up u gotta change
since blue dabadeedabadi
niggas tryna sabotage a brudda day
prolly ca i found myself another lane

i aint gotta manager i got PAs
an
we dont meet we lease
an
u cant see me anyways
an
u cant be me if u trained
hm
innit tho really bro gimmie that
im leaving city to city tapped
probably i need a bigger map
ca i be looking like did all that did all that
all of these rappers all twerkingg on tick tok and instagram bro i aint wid all that
unless same way u cut shapes in the rave u dip dip dip a mans face no brick or bat
an they call us violent monkeys
true i know some violence junkies
in trouble wid trident monthly
when the sound of violins comfy
u know u in too deep
on the verge tryna silence some g
so to the life man dive in dunky
an when their face all lumpy
bet they wont talk on me
how the fuck am i beefin these 5’4 lil munchkins like its not heavy weight on me
like its not every day on me
but i got a lil gelonade on me
an i will light it
they dont know what real life is
like mine is
these times im tryns live a life of silence over a life of violence
man fuck a hype ting
so no more games no squids
ca dem man dere aint got no quids
an us man here know what this is
peace and quiet exists

when the lights go out but the fire remains
no more playing these violent games
i aint gotta lie my brudda im ashmed
of all of this hurt
this pain
this that wind beneath ur sale when u cant maintain
that get up and go again
dont let pressure control the brain
dont just mess up an float away
infact come closer a little closer its not a game
gave them so much for my plate
fucked my soul up along the way
cant do road up u gotta change
since blue dabadeedabadi
niggas tryna sabotage a brudda day
prolly ca i found myself another lane

you see this fucked up life that im living in
man just fucked up twice like an invalid
all cos i buss my 9 on a drillaleng
cut my nose just to spite my head again
could not care if theirs nine or ten of them
got no fear but i got intelligence
man act weird an mans not feeling it
all this talking tough on the internet
mans not into it
mans got intellect
smoke my ciggarrette
sign that bigger cheque see through a bigger lense
do my due dilligence
fake like sillicone sweet like cinnamon
man got rid of them
mans not feeling them
mans not feeling it
see the smoke an mirrors and the sillouette
a broken figure tryna reinvent
im walking wid it till i see an end
while these dickheads talking like cnn
if these dickheads talking like its me or them
then im pinging man no bbm
i beat the burner then beat the m
i hit the curb and then reoffend
im sick of hurting
im sick and tired i just want to feel like im me again
i just wanna feel my feet again
u cant walk in the shoes that my feet are in
or even walk in the room that im meeting in
your just there on an outside peeping in
you talk to pork and your beef needs seasoning
you dont wanna meet me your on a vegan ting
you dont wanna see me on any evening
why dont man just leave me be then
look
i just want peace and quite
sit in silence
close my eyelids and breathe it in
im sick of violence
sick of sirens
sick and tired of the shit im in
wind beneath my sale when i cant maintain
that get up and go again
dont less pressure control my brain
dont just mess up and float away
infact come closer im on the road darg its not a game
i got no love for this pain
lost my road dargs along the way
ever since playboy an ez died
ever since craig smallz and left died
i just been out ere on my life
wid nuttin but rounds in my nine