No Hook

(album: Everybody Hates Chris - 2020)

I know Parker real bad, you would think she a minor
I know Keke love me I'm dripping designer
Ex think I'm mad cause, my new bitch is finer
I'm smoking on a gas just to get a lil higher
They know I drip and I clean up real nice
I might fuck yo bitch in a pair of Off Whites
Get here on your own, cause I don't pay for flights
I'm lying i admit, if you bad I just might
Copy my style, man you niggas my clones
Can;t say I'm selfish, I put my bros on
You know that we fucking, so why your clothes on
Pussy so good but, still had to go home
She gone catch dick like, her name Randy Moss
You can't shop here so, don't ask me the cost
Ex done moved and they think that I lost
When really, the shit there just made me a boss
Been through some shit, now my heart real cold
Everything glitter don't gotta be gold
Want me to fall, but I'm still on my toes
Stoning yo bitch, now I'm in the end zone
All of this hate I done turned to a savage
Drugs in my body, I feel like an addict
How you gone ball, if you don;t wanna practice
Davinci on me, man I'm all about fashion
Tired of designer, I throw on Adidas
Don't trust a soul cause, these niggas be leeching
Cut niggas off cause they change like the seasons
Hate all you hoes cause, you niggas be reaching
New bitches bam, and I feel like the greatest
I done got rich off of these niggas hating
Dropped out of college, they said I wouldn't make it
But now I switch whips for different occasions
Dodging these hoes, man I feel like the Matrix
Standards real high, I won't fuck if she basic
I told her I'm good, she thought I was playing
I'm smoking on gas now, I look like an Asian
Circle real tight man, I don't want no friends
They judging me like they don't commit sins
I gotta son, so you know imma win
I do not know you, so don't shake my hand
Try not to be cocky, this shit is real hard
Windows stay tinted, I'm dodging the laws
Imma help bro up, if my nigga fall
Shopping so much man, my new house on Mars
See, why you niggas be hating and all
You on the sidelines, just watching me ball
I really feel sorry for you bitches too
Just stay on the gram, ain't got nothing to do
Bitches mad that I cheated, like I was they boo
Hate me online, but her fuck tell the truth
I'm in the H with my bro Trey the truth
I told Dre my pain he said "Hop in the booth"
Recorded some hits imma blow like a flute
Imma keep grinding till stars in my coop
This a freestyle cause I don't want no hook
All of this drip, make a nigga bitch look