Lyrics No Debate - Qua'Jon Kobe

Talking out loud where I came I'ma king
And it's not even from bling I don't know no such thing
As a loss from the wing
Hard pass if they asking me to sub, It's a no
Cause I'm really on the go
Ain't no mutha fuckin stoppin
Zips clean in the mariner yatch
It's the plot that I set I was never at the top
I'm at the top (Top boy)
Looking down
Cause I never would forgot
Niggas used to get down on the block, On the block (uh huh yessir yeah)
Flip it flip flip it, aw yeah
That's the way it's safe
Counted yesterday, but today is not the same
Focused on the Fame, nah that ain't plain Jane
All up in my lane
Until y'all end up flames
Bitch move from the VIP
You ain't down with the s-s-s-squad
Move along, far beyond you ain't really on yo job
Shawty tryna play the sides
Throwing up the mob cause her last nigga mob
This ain't that nah

I need the fifteen
The thirty
Whip up that dirty
Cop me a thirty-seven, thirty-eight, forty-five, forty-seven
No debate (Skrrrr skkrrr skrrr skrrr)
Jumping out the Benz
With dead friends in my rubber bands (Skrrrr skkrrr skrrr skrrr)
Jumping out the bando with rubber bands
The rubber bands

Hi-C orange candy paint up on whip wrapped
Broke ya girls back had her looking like slug tapped
Straight up in an instant had her melted like a KitKat
That's a quick fact I was ballin since the net crashed
She said that Qua'Jon (Yeah)
Afro with the bomb (Nah)
Cut my hair off
But you know I got that young
There was no debate played it dirty Shad Tate
Ballin in the Wraith pushin P in black crates
Dismissed the Blake's Afternoon in hollyhoves
Insomnio, get to the bag
In sleet or snow
How far it goes, Word as bond,
Wherever holds
Insomnia, I couldn't sleep without my goals

I need the fifteen
The thirty
Whip up that dirty
Cop me a thirty-seven, thirty-eight, forty-five, forty-seven
No debate (Skrrrr skkrrr skrrr skrrr)
Jumping out the Benz
With dead friends in my rubber bands (Skrrrr skkrrr skrrr skrrr)
Jumping out the bando with rubber bands
The rubber bands

Hustle was a hobby I ain't really get to know slack
That's a pro Jack used to be inside them projects
This was bout the era when them candies was a whole Jack
Give one to them hoes
When you fuck, they do it right back
Mystery machines got them ops looking for Scooby snacks
Setting up booby traps we was never doing that
I was with them niggas pushin
In the field
The gym, Jones
Slicing pies, Kimbo
The one on one, you can't hold
Fully activated off the activist that nigga gone
Come on man, you know a nigga really on
I don't know them niggas how I knew them, cause we different stages,
Different pack, different flavas
Rubber bands, shit is dangerous
I need the fifteen