No Mo'!

La verdad no peca pero incómoda
Yeah, yeah, yeah, get it!

I don't want be here no more
I don't want be here no more
I'm tryna get out this hole
My wings they be growing with flow
I'm tryna just nourish some souls, oh
See listen here
I was taken back
When times was bad
We had some rags
But I found a bag
And I got my fam
These racks to hand
I don't want be here no more
I don't want be here no more
I'm tryna get out this hole
My wings they be growing with flow
I'm tryna just nourish some souls, oh
See listen here
I was taken back
When times was bad
We had some rags
But I found a bag
And I got my fam
These racks to hand

So infatuated with the numbers
Living life on computers it's a real bummer
Never outside that much even in the summer
No one hit my line up, you forgot, but damn I love it
I was running
Tryna remind my existence to peeps who never cared
My art was stagnant and bad vibes in the air
I'm worried 'bout the wrong mess
The confidence in my head
Stress just eats my flesh
In this test, I confess

I don't want be here no more
I don't want be here no more
I'm tryna get out this hole
My wings they be growing with flow
I'm tryna just nourish some souls, oh
See listen here
I was taken back
When times was bad
We had some rags
But I found a bag
And I got my fam
These racks to hand
I don't want be here no more
I don't want be here no more
I'm tryna get out this hole
My wings they be growing with flow
I'm tryna just nourish some souls, oh
See listen here
I was taken back
When times was bad
We had some rags
But I found a bag
And I got my fam
These racks to hand

Young blacks be dying every day
Trap life ain't get a nigga paid
40 in a hood next to a faith
Place only lead to early grave
Momma crying with the daily pray
Why we smile? Just to save some face?
Why we fight? We a rock in space!
Why I rhyme? Just to get some wage?
Nah man, this therapy for dysfunction
Escape corruption over my production
Seen a lot of stunting and a lot of bluffing
But you running nothing, ain't for discussion, nigga
Rep a block that you don't even own?
Typecast in place you don't know
Imma keep it moving, my ten toes
Gamble like a Paul Newey with a peng flow

I can't stand these bloggers man
They talk about how they're for the underground and the art but really
They're just tone deaf, 'till the money and the counts funny
And on top of that, these locals make me wanna go anti social
Consistently comparing my vocal to one person, it drives me loco
Why can't you see me as me, man
You know what, it doesn't matter, I don't care, you wanna know why
I'm not gone be here no more
I'm not gone be here no more
Don't even just try me no more, that's right
Don't try me, yo