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No Punch Lines

 

No Punch Lines

(album: From Church Rd. To Hollywood - 2012)


I can't get a loan cause' Omar and Kilo's in pen
Made me realise I don't need loads of friends
All these bandwagon niggas holla'in the savor
Got my own problems, everybody wants a favour
These niggas ain't ever there when I'm stressed
See I'm bout' to blow wanna share my success
They gave my nigga 27 years in this cold world
I'm staring at his son hoping his appeal goes well
I don't wanna catch a case, still roll out with the straps on base
It's no joke if I grab my waist
I grind in the kitchen, I put in overtime
No television or religion to control my mind
Little girls acting like they're grown women
I turn sutting to nutting with no bring-in
Patiently waiting to blow
Should be spending time with my yout instead of chasing this doe
I tell you how my little niggas ride out
Or how I made a killing in a Thai drought
My nigga was in country, just came home today
Change clothes now he's back on the motorway
I spit bars but I don't care about the mainstream
Cause' every nigga's got the same dream
Jamming with a diva, or banging out on amnesia
Or in the trap with my niggas gambling on Fifa
(Uh) Couple keys when I'm buying weed
Lasted them a week it's a dying breed [?]
Now I got my new chick mad at me
Cause' I told her I need space like the galaxy
I fly birds, them niggas just rhyme words
Next niggas can't supply herbs on my turfs
(Uh) Invisible prison walls I feel trapped
I don't know about them niggas this is real rap
Had to drop a video cause' time's running out
Hope my guy comes through I can't survive another drought
2010 I was making a killing
All these gold-digging bitches and snakes in my vision
But fuck that, cause' I'll soon be in the limelight
Take a quick vacation, get my mind right
I spit the truth in the booth, unsigned hype
Me and my niggas gonna blow when the time's right

Blow when the time's right, blow when the time's right
Me and my niggas gonna blow when the times right

Blow when the time's right, blow when the time's right
Me and my niggas gonna blow when the times right

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