No Huddle Lyrics

This for the ones who stare, get mad and laugh

Sorry for bursting your bubble

I was just trying to make my way to the cash

I watched my numbers seen it double

Forty-three stuffed in the stash

I shoot it like Nash

Play and there's gonna be trouble

The way that we living

It make you think different

You bitter and wanna rebuttal

You stare at the number and wonder

How he make it hot in the cold like it's summer

Make her my lover, nah she not a runner

Might turn her to my baby mother

Hustle together through all of this weather

And baby show me there's no other

Made a decision to go for it

I really don't need me a huddle

Number one Stunna' I feel like I'm Gunna

YSL nigga you know I'm a thugga

Learned everything from big sister Mana

You know we can straight from the gutta

I put that on mother man we had it rougher

Real G's move in silence lasagna

Out here it's tougher, you gotta move smarter

So I gotta go save my lil brother

Work hard so I'm being productive

Broken hearts girl you so destructive

Designer clothes don't even fit in your budget

Pull money out, he switching subject

Been here before we pull off a upset

Choppa it's making you dance like dubstep

Flow run outta ammo, you jump back

Have you looking for a new strap

Have you looking for a new track

They asking, "Mirski where you been at?"

On the road enjoying where I live at

A couple places where my cribs at

The feeling of home kinda miss that

About time that I sit down and relax

Catch my breath and spit a few raps

Another rep we might be on the map

Keep on working like P90X

In the mountains you can't even use map

Don't really do all of that chit chat

Let my game do the talking

That's Easy cash, too skilled on the track

That's a mismatch

They not fucking with Mirski

You know I'm built to last

This for the ones who stare, get mad and laugh

Sorry for bursting your bubble

I was just trying to make my way to the cash

I watched my numbers seen it double

Forty-three stuffed in the stash

I shoot it like Nash

Play and there's gonna be trouble

The way that we living

It make you think different

You bitter and wanna rebuttal

You stare at the number and wonder

How he make it hot in the cold like it's summer

Make her my lover, nah she not a runner

Might turn her to my baby mother

Hustle together through all of this weather

And baby show me there's no other

Made a decision to go for it

I really don't need me a huddle