No Surrender ft. Roogie Zilliot Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2021
Lyrics
They know that am the realest G
Unfamiliar with the fake
So many eyo bro but i ain't even fam wit them ey
Weight on my shoulder but that never stop me going ey
Long walk to tha top,lemme cut the story short
8 Miles they tryna throw shades i duck they catchin L's
Imma get the bag at all means
Yet the process ain't sweet
And the haters wont chill
I jus wanna see me fly to the sky
Snakes on the plane,doubled cupped
Everybody throwing coins showing love to the boy
Damn that's insane,man you see am throwing crazing bars
2 23 am blazing like am Michael Jordan
Now the doors open up like I got the keys
I juss wanna see in
If the opportunities doesnt knock I'll pull up unannounced
My mind, my mind all over the place
Imma buy a new estate
The ball is yo hands,jump like Lebron
My fans ohh they love me i never disappoint
Re-writing history dont need no P.A
I heard somebody screaming Pro
Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe
Axe
Yeah I heard somebody saying
Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe
Axe
Yeah I heard somebody saying
Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe
These boys give a head and imma get ahead
It's kings in the hood you'on get if then you dumb
I rep these streets ain't comin from them
And I live with these people and my voice is abroad
Lemme get the bag, lemme not beg
Lemme raise the bar then Imma brag move the bloody mag
Get the broda blabbing bout me like I ain't on the flag
Look at how they nagging, all they parents cause they wanna flex
Wag an bitjie
Ek het as digter begin can't believe it
Jy het net mode aangetrek ya feel me
Yo exes keep on lurking sending texts
I got Axe and we litter than the rest wooh
The ball is yo hands,jump like Lebron
My fans ohh they love me i never disappoint
Re-writing history dont need no P.A
I heard somebody screaming Pro
Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe
Axe
Yeah I heard somebody saying
Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe
Axe
Yeah I heard somebody saying
Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe