Текст песни No Direction - Lil Synt

Ayeee hahaha ayee
When I hop in the booth I'm retarded
Working smarter while you working harder
Hahahaha ima wait till the beat drop
Aye aye aye

When I hop in the booth I'm retarded
Working smarter while you working harder
Fuck the hood man I need some me money
I ain't tryna be Dead in a coffin
All this money done made me a target
Sometimes i don't even feel like I want it
As life getting realer and realer and realer
I gotta make sure I'm on boss shit

When it come to that money I'm all in
Played the bench now a young nigga ballin
You like a mannequin you always stalling
I Used to ball now I became a artist
Trapping I went from a 8th to a onion
I showed so much love now I'm getting cold hearted
Follow my blueprint I feel I'm carter
Step in my way I dunk on you Vince carter

I'm just a different nigga
I ain't talking bout no guns I never killed a nigga
I just be focused on my funds I need them digits nigga
I ain't tryna die young I got a kid my nigga
I lost my dad when I was young I feel him in my spirit
If we ain't talking bout no money than I ain't tryna hear it
I bet they wanna take my spot but can't knock me off my square
I ain't competing wit none of you but the man that's in the mirror
I'm tryna run me up a bag and get up out of here

I don't got no time to waste
I could really die today
I'm tryna pile the safe
I sound like nobody I got my own flows you can't even ride my wave
I learned the game on my own you niggas be doing what Simon say
I don't need a 9-5 I'm paid
People get useless start throwing they life way
You trippin If I lose myself ima get
up and hustle and make sure I find a way
I came from the gutter I really had
nothing I needed to find me some time and space
They want me stuck in the hood
I put in work for my daughter she good

I don't never step out the crib unless
money involved I like chasing that cash
People be lazy and be so contagious
but Im not the type that can sit on my ass
Money the only thing on my agenda I
gotta make sure I'm completing my tasks
I got a hustle demeanor and i really go
ape like I'm Caesar when it come to the racks

I got tired of keep on stressing when the bills due
Where I grew up they just hate and wanna kill you
If that's ya homie why he keep holding his hand out
That ain't my bro if he ont kno I'm tryna eat too
They rather eat up off ya plate instead of feeding you
& Ain't nobody gone believe you like you believe in you
I told my momma one day ima really make it
Damn i cant wait until I tell her that I made it

Okay alright thats it
Okay alright alright
Okay alright thats it