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no remorse - lyricist lyrics

i can tell that this is god’s will
i had to watch my steps so much, cause i jus figured that time heals
funny how tha guys coming up short telling tall tales
my life is set around finances and large meals
actually its set around instrumentals and large bills

same origin as the tar heels
sl!cker than a roller blade straight thru a oil spill
notepad looking like a script for a horror film
they tried to shut me out but i been opening doors still

its getting cold inside my city im heatin’em up
i went giannis on that album lets keep it a buck
michael jordan kicks with the virgil im teamin’em up
bathing ape and rhuigi on me she looking for l*st

i can’t do no features with thеse n*ggas the talk is differеnt
i can’t do no shopping with these n*ggas my closets different
my banking deposits different
in a room full of bosses, you can tell cause the postures different
i used to wash and rinse it
now i spend your check on a steak and some pasta dishes
tell me who your favorite is, i bet he ain’t competition
bet its jus a n*gga that belongs to the broad i’m hitting
1st i have the jukebox, then came the intermission
got shorty thinking about the past like payton’s brother
this the type of d*ck that make twins go an hate each other
he hating on the gram, but he’s a fan..he undercover
he talking like a man, he’s a scam a cookie cutter

who you know turn a tha crib to a crowded room
shawty turned my 2nd floor bath to a powder room
i turned myself into a god, the way tha mountains moved
and how i put a couple of them rappers in upper rooms
my dogs to springing into action, cause i love to see flowers bloom
rapping like there’s 2 of me, watch out for “the child of june”
sleep on me for too long and you wake up in padded tomb
destined for the win you n*ggas had to lose

yea
destined for the win you n*ggas had to lose
come and get your shawty i can tell she got it miscontrued
telling me she wanna feel my children in her inner tube
it’s funny that you hold her down, i had to send her lyft to you
its funny i ain’t seen defeat since i been selling tennis shoes
it’s funny how you jumping up for all tha hoes i dipped into
its funny how we getting old and all them n*ggas new

i’m getting loose up in this b*tch, lemme turn up some more
last n*gga talking stupid got turned to a corpse
shawty say she love you, then she call me she feeling remorse
had her in my bed, legs spread like they getting divorced
you can’t make her flow, cause they know when the flexing is forced
me and all my n*ggas getting t’d, like we playing a course
started out as a pacifist, but now i jus k!ll’em for sport
hard to hear’em talking over sh*t they couldn’t afford
so many wolves up in this b*tch and they ready for war
dont make have to send one to go sit in a court
jaquan fire with them sticks like he lighting a torch
send him to your brother crib and make you go visit a morgue

and dont try it either
im not finished with these n*ggas, jus taking a breather
this is how it sounds when you play with the reaper
time to drop a tape and send these rappers kick it with jesus

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