NO NAME lyrics

So, Thomas, you ain't gonna give me my props, huh? Hear me and hear me good, yeah, they call you the Hitman, well, I got a call from Sugh, he calls you the get hit, man Well, maybe you'll acknowledge my skills when I kick your ass Don't confuse fast food with meals cooked off the home stove A roast wrote, nothing but dope quotes in the goat notes, it's Lux And these are all my children, wash you with old soap Grown folk, cut it out, I'm sharp still, the slowpoke Whole flow, you was on the road for a showboat Ball game, and I touch down, they move the goal post They make the, set the camera up, the GoPro Don't know if you people are deaf, but he is so-so Cry baby, wipe your mascara All of the brats get addressed in they soft girl eras, War Terror when I'm on it, they telling me you blogging But I heard Jamaican bread, no festival, what they called it? What you winning, Teddy bear? Cotton candy, I park you for my amusement, this really was never a fair Ride out, when I clear, bet it, I'm too poetic, better At least have something for me, I'm a whole legend ARP On your behalf, why he in my phone records talking like he got the other half? Y'all could both catch it Low effort, like: He get a bag You get bodied Y'all could split it All the rooms blue, with a soul separate smoke section Ease These niggas talking in no position, told the coalition Solo mission, I'm going fishing, what's the total missing? Here is where you off, Homer Simpson You ain't the only one had a boss, bitch, so did Benson What's the business? Kool G rap, wrote the richest, time to close the distance We sending shots, prohibition You snap a lot, square, Polaroid- hold that image, yeah Picture you in a box, he think he photogenic, know your limits Hollywood, we ain't joking around, get broken smiles Stay in your lane, that's an open file Golden child, scared of that growing crowd, turn Rolling Loud Stage full of hooligans, Smack yelling, Hold it down Probably in a limo, y'all didn't get the memo Said I was looking for you, but not how I got the demo Vern jumped on that plane, you was not there at the intro This that stock room work versus the model in the window, you's a bimbo Put what Timbs on and get it jumping? You forgot? We saw you in Chad's? What you dunking, niggas fronting We ain't them, and he ain't him, not at all, but your new shit tough, it's Cotton swabs, drop the ball You talking about stealing Niggas' rhymes, you said healthy, vegetables That's Nitty line, you're not the witty mind you think you are I shrink you y'all, tall claims about the kingdoms y'all's, when the ring is All's, being fake is fatal Stay be faithful to lanes stable, then it's Cain and Abel Mercury sable, or keep that basin naval, watch your tone cause a Hitman Played on the table Like my man is saying, he got a line on some basic cable, I can't wait to slay You, running that stat script, we active Victory for you is a past tense, you been ass since, bragging Clearly couldn't tell you who your last win Do Hitmen start thinking they they assassins? Yo, calm the fuck down, why you even playing with this little boy like That? Pause You notice niggas' a chili jump dip sucker sauce, man Leave this nigga alone, would you? Nah, Murda- It's when the white sheets ain't the papers in a press folder I gave a little exposure like a Vegas deck holder That was a love tap, but you started with the best closer Now I got the ai step over, Mook leftovers, listen in the [guard?] rap And the Hitman ain't been delivering on his contracts Stat about, take a Tylenol, Holla you fool, he proved that y'all ain't got a hot Delivery The Lux is just carry out Are you mentioning all the money that's rolling in Tell them what they do to you kids at Nickelodeon You be breaking like the first day of spring I guess now we know why the Nicholas Cage bird sings And as the ship sails, like Kehlani making folding chairs, holy hairs They giving polar bears -the solar flares, oh, we here Drop the movie with the musical Next watch party we gonna throw is of your funeral, nigga