NO DEBATE Lyrics

Talking out loud where I came I'ma king

And it's not even from bling I don't know no such thing

As a loss from the wing

Hard pass if they asking me to sub, It's a no

Cause I'm really on the go

Ain't no mutha fuckin stoppin

Zips clean in the mariner yatch

It's the plot that I set I was never at the top

I'm at the top (Top boy)

Looking down

Cause I never would forgot

Niggas used to get down on the block, On the block (uh huh yessir yeah)

Flip it flip flip it, aw yeah

That's the way it's safe

Counted yesterday, but today is not the same

Focused on the Fame, nah that ain't plain Jane

All up in my lane

Until y'all end up flames

Bitch move from the VIP

You ain't down with the s-s-s-squad

Move along, far beyond you ain't really on yo job

Shawty tryna play the sides

Throwing up the mob cause her last nigga mob

This ain't that nah

I need the fifteen

The thirty

Whip up that dirty

Cop me a thirty-seven, thirty-eight, forty-five, forty-seven

No debate (Skrrrr skkrrr skrrr skrrr)

Jumping out the Benz

With dead friends in my rubber bands (Skrrrr skkrrr skrrr skrrr)

Jumping out the bando with rubber bands

The rubber bands

Hi-C orange candy paint up on whip wrapped

Broke ya girls back had her looking like slug tapped

Straight up in an instant had her melted like a KitKat

That's a quick fact I was ballin since the net crashed

She said that Qua'Jon (Yeah)

Afro with the bomb (Nah)

Cut my hair off

But you know I got that young

There was no debate played it dirty Shad Tate

Ballin in the Wraith pushin P in black crates

Dismissed the Blake's Afternoon in hollyhoves

Insomnio, get to the bag

In sleet or snow

How far it goes, Word as bond,

Wherever holds

Insomnia, I couldn't sleep without my goals

I need the fifteen

The thirty

Whip up that dirty

Cop me a thirty-seven, thirty-eight, forty-five, forty-seven

No debate (Skrrrr skkrrr skrrr skrrr)

Jumping out the Benz

With dead friends in my rubber bands (Skrrrr skkrrr skrrr skrrr)

Jumping out the bando with rubber bands

The rubber bands

Hustle was a hobby I ain't really get to know slack

That's a pro Jack used to be inside them projects

This was bout the era when them candies was a whole Jack

Give one to them hoes

When you fuck, they do it right back

Mystery machines got them ops looking for Scooby snacks

Setting up booby traps we was never doing that

I was with them niggas pushin

In the field

the gym, Jones

Slicing pies, Kimbo

The one on one, you can't hold

Fully activated off the activist that nigga gone

Come on man, you know a nigga really on

I don't know them niggas how I knew them, cause we different stages,

Different pack, different flavas

Rubber bands, shit is dangerous

I need the fifteen