NO MO DREADS ft. Batchelor Lyrics

Big J, Batchelor, what, you still hurting listen

When you spinning down, turn around and cut your dreads off

You got to pick yourself back up, and change yo game plan dog

No mo pain pain to the boss, when pity party self inflicted

When you've fallen down hard, get up and flick it and kick it

Entitled mind will keep you down and make your lame head hurt

Don't drop your face in the shame, look up and show them your worth

Never validate the one that always get in your way

Not today Satan, back it up, get out of my face

When the going gets tough and your starting to dread

Mother Nature calls your name, cause you gotta be fed

When the nasty rushes in, ain't no time for the hurt

Gotta snap the derisions, and keep the mental alert

People stuck with the dreadlocks, got em in a headlock

Tryna fight their way through the battles of the bedrock

Gonna bust out yo speakers because gotta get your head right

No excuse for the case when you know you need to do right

Born in the projects, living in the no good

Holes in my pockets, walking barefoot in the hood

Bread and mayonnaise for dinner, dog biscuits only to snack

Green stamps for toys and the freebies, and switches down on my back

And I have a lot of reasons that I should of been sad

Tell yo mama and your daddy that I really am glad

When you feeling kinda crunchy and the force to be fed

Turn yourself back around, no mo dreads, no mo dreads

Uh, pick it up real quick (No more dreads, no more dreads)

(Um, yeah pick it up real quick)

Ayee, Big J, Big J, Big J, Big J

Uh, pick it up real quick, ah, and me, (that's a legend right there)

That's Normal Not Allowed babe yeah

That's a legend with a lot of gas (sliding in, sliding in, sliding in, sliding in)

Uh, pick it up real quick, yeah, wee, ayee, no more dreads, no more dreads

Hit em off, hit em off with it, hey, Big J, Big J, ha

(Normal Not Allowed baby) (that's a legend right there)

Hite em off with it, (uh, pick it up real quick)

Ayee, here we go, (that's it) yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

That right there, yeah Big J slayed it

the rhymes, and the beat, be afraid, yeah, he made it

I'm Batchelor, certify the heat, shall I say dead hot

Watch yo self man, have to put you in a headlock

I'm going bald, so I might need a dreadlock

Normal Not Allowed huh, that'll make the bed rock

All in here with the movement, that's the bonafied call man, huh

Haters with a joke huh, shoo shoo, now so appalling

But we need em all for the motivation

Ah, even when your down, rise up for the nation

Hit a homerun like Trout, here out, imma shout

Big J Records, NNA that's the statement

The motto is the grind hit em hard from the pavement

To Motel 6, to Highland Park basement

To Vegas here round woo, Big J with the big play