No Disappointments

So that's how you look at it, huh? I see Well, since we're here I've got a story that's perfect for this sort of atmosphere Yeah Woah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aight, yuh

You got me in the motherfuckin' booth Come inside the game and I always spitting the truth Motherfuckers know me, I'm a solider, give the gun and shoot Never gotta salute Moving around just like a snake inside of the water Taking a blade so I can slaughter Killing your family, stealing your fucking daughter Niggas know that I would just hit 'em straight out of order like some dominos Making them fall like the fucking bottle (What! What!) Like I had seven Dragon Balls (Die!) I can summon up a motherfucker straight up out the ground If you wanna go against us, I'd adjust, I'd come around like a fucking boomerang Knocking niggas through a wall Wanna go against me? I'm the king of them all I would never ever stop No, my heart would never stop And if you wanna knock me down, then you gotta pull that Glock Yeah bitch watch me hop, I drop rocks, I move in your lane I smoke too much marijuana inside of my brain They got me feelin' like I'm high as fuck, riding a train I got that girlfriend, her name seems to be Mary Jane I got the Payne like Max I got backpacks on top of my back I might smack you in the face with some snacks And if you wanna talk that shit about me You spittin' diss at me and my clique Motherfucker, I'll be coming right back

Nag nag, getting dragged through the ground Motherfuckers already know that I shut it down Ride with my city Die for my city I don't really give a damn ya life is shitty

Shit I'm hot up in the game You never gotta understand, I'm that motherfuckin' man I've got the plan, I've got it inside of my brain I'm on top of a train I'm popping these bitches Dropping 'em things And they know me that I'm the motherfucker inside of the game An RPG is what you seem to be And me I keep it on top of my shoulder I'll smack you with a boulder I'm colder I'm taking over I've got the game wrapped around my fucking hand like a cobra Do I gotta show ya? That I'm the hottest MC and I never gotta stop it (woah) I'm representing my city, bitch, come and stop it (yeah) Like a stop sign (What?) Your soul is mine You goin' against me, I'll knock you down and in line, bitch I'm TVBUU, do not forget it 'Cause every freestyle is hot whenever I spit it (What?) Riding with these motherfuckers on a fucking mission (yeah) Going against me I'll put you in critical condition (damn) It's critical you listen (What?) 'Cause critics are missing (Why?) Everything I'm spittin' And I always be shittin' (ouh) On this fuckin' track (yeah) Let me go back to more rhymes motherfucker 'Cause I'm 'bout to get back on the track Shit I'm hot bringing bitches to the ground (What!) Ride with these niggas that be coming from the town (What!) Coming from Houston, bitch that's my city (What!) I got five hoes, 'bout to suck on some titties (What!) Bitch get with me Yo, look at me now Last year I was getting only fifteen thousand plays And now it seems today I'm half way to making a million plays in a few days (What!) But I don't play, I just slay

Yeah, hold on You know what I mean? We freestyling up in this motherfucker You know? I'm hot up in this studio and shit, you know? So I mean, I know yous motherfuckers are probably just listening right now 'Cause they want something to bob their heads to, you know? So, I think what I'ma give 'em a hook or some shit, you know? With beats people can't pull out their head Yuh, yuh, aight, look

Bitches get down Got five bitches, that is how yo' ass down Ride for my city Die for my city I don't give a damn if the sky looks pretty Bitch get with it

That's so typical Is that a challenge? Start the game, I'm like a fucking cobra I'll be taking over shit, you know I like 'em trophies You know me, bitch you're probably gettin' rained on