No Relation ft. Kool John Lyrics

Yup

Yeah you know how we play

Ooh

Volume 4 shit

Look

Sirens no emergency Niggas are no concern to me

I rather be remembered for always getting that currency

Made it out the jungle no enemies out to murder me

Chosen more than certainly past life like a blur to me

I don't do no arguing acting out for the audience

I was knockin hoes in boat shoes and a cardigan

10 years strong in the game it's no guarding him

This my sixth offering and I'm still clocking in

Only way you knock me is when u nod to the beat

How I'm so down to earth but still outta your reach

Gotta shout out Montage linked back wit the beast

Hit the Caldecott tunnel on my way to the east

Niggas wanna call me bro wit no relation to me

Hitters on speed dial they filet'n the beef

Know that its some consequences just for playing with me

Got a AirBnB where she waiting for me

Get a plate of it all it took was some straightening

If you ain't came around by now you just a hater then

I don't know much bout y'all my niggas play to win

Had to chrome plate the rims, new Mercedes BenzYou see the difference when he Everything he say he is

I had to tax the out of owners for the maintenance

3rd eye open I can see you on some shady shit

Bout to kiss the game good bye i'm on some jada shit

Skipper

How you my brother but you don't want me to win ha

Never to the heart I took them L's to the Chin ha

Not worried bout who hating I'm just focused on my income

I'ma legend bitch I'm feeling like I'm William

Finna build a Brand & put the logo on a chain

They won't see the bigger picture til you put it in a frame

I just hit it one time Now she tryna tat my name

I ain't at the airport but I'm heading to the Baggage Claim

I'm watching Space Jam smoking on these Space Grams

I just paid $1,000 for these Black & Grey pants

I can never ever ever give a broke bitch a chance

I be always talking shit like I just went on a Rant

I can have all these hoes but I want my own bitch

Fuck all that designer I'm rocking all my own shit

How you got all them Strains but you don't grow shit

I'ma million dollar nigga with Billionaire thoughts

I'ma keep getting money til they put me in a box

3 things I'll nevreer do quit slow down or stop

2 things I'll never be that's broke or a cop

Bitch