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NoCap – No Hook Lyrics

NoCap – No Hook Lyrics

Damn Dior, this shit crazy

I’m the type gon’ shine without the sun on me
I know niggas died with they gun on ’em
Trying to escape my past and get away from it
Still having dreams about the hood, I’m way in California
Know you wonder how life is, I wanted you right here, I figured I was wasting time
I got cubans on my neck and pointers in my ear, I thought that it would make you mine
But I been ballin’ without you, I stayed true
Ain’t speakin’ to no opps, even if my name was Jesus
In jail ain’t smoke, no paper poute, I hop out with this K too
In Atlanta with them shooters, thought I told you I was brave too
Coupe ain’t got no ceilings but my nigga shot like Babe Ruth
Ain’t gon’ lie I mis you but I know that I can’t save you
I can’t even count on both my hands for how many times I forgave you, love
You see the pain all through my bracelet, lot, yeah
Do two-hundred in that Lamb, put that bitch on Broadway
Go to court and they deny it, that shit come with heartache
A nigga real, they can’t deny it, I care nothin’ what the blogs say
Them youngins quick to take your route, they care nothin’ ’bout no car bait
These niggas standin’ on they lies, how fuck they sleepin’?
Youngin got bodies on that blick but he still keep it
Came out that dirt, came out that mud, I’m shinin’ for a reason
I was blind, they never tried it, come up from the cement
Know they thought I’d be a bum, them foreign cars beepin’
If we was in a race to hatin’, them niggas would’ve beat me
Industry know my flow is sick but they can’t find a treatment
Industry full of haters, would’ve told the doctors keep me
I feel like Kay Flock, it’s designer murder when you see me
I sling that chopper in a outfit that I brought from Lenox
I came from nothin’, I spend four-hundred on Versace beanies
I keep that nine all in the club, a Gilbert Arenas
Get low and laugh to the bank, I run with hyenas
Michelle Obama at a two but got ass like she Trina
My niggas hustlers, you wonderin’ why is my team up?
Ain’t have to give ’em shit, they find ’em a plug and they re-up
[?] on my ass, I had to start swipin’ this Visa
Lil Shank keep slangin’ iron, I’m thinkin’ he thinkin’ it’s legal
E-V-I-L, turned it backwards and I told my niggas to live
Dodge the case, dodgin’ a cell
Know if we go back they gon’ try keepin’ us in there
Promethazine, it ain’t good for my health
Waste a cup of lean and I seen blood everywhere, yeah
I’m gonna move smart, that’s what I told my mama
Ayy, Forgiato tires, a nigga come from trauma
Them boys gon’ walk up or run down, either one

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