No More est une chanson en Anglais
You ready
Now!
We leveled up
ceilings became are floors
Stack chips over the broads
Gifts over the flaws
Zelensky to Putin
there's no money in wars
Infinity pools with Big Fish
made a killing like jaws
My network is my net worth
You still counting pockets on your Google search
Talk it but don't do the dirt
What astounds you?
We cop things that appreciate with value
So if you fell off
You sell off what's around you
That's a crown jewel
It's like I write my verses with a paint brush
That's a sound view
Blend in the hue
Only blend in with few
cssemblage rich off hard killin ‘em softly
Couldn't oblige
Gained every girl I love or they lost me
The right message “Can” wake you up
Folgers' coffee
Investing in the wrong things is costly
Of course we toss freaks in the boss suites
Mythology like the Greeks
You dealing with a black god
cccept I threw white squares
in the back of a black Saab
For the love of dough
made fiends whoa like black rob
To my squad I'm Master fard
Seen past your facades
cll the scammers that master cards
Insurance frauds crash up the cars
But only True hustles imperial
y'all's ain't matching ares
MuthaFuckers can't rhyme no more
Till I'm no more
It's my time Noae
Perignon on pour
Who want war?
Making em all yell no more
No more 2x
MuthaFuckers can't rhyme no more
Till I'm no more
It's my time Noae
Perignon on pour
Who want war?
Making em all yell no more
No more 2x
Push start my car sport
S-corp my companies
money clean
Thoughts keen On this Black king
Black seed oil Sea moss
boss eating clean
God bless my years seen
Not bad for a teen
who dreams weighed on a triple beam
Stay active without tipping lean
Income keep multi streams
If you talking Cream
My name ring like tambourines
spot jumping like trampolines
SSR Stamp looking clean
Killer fashion flee cnd murder scenes
your misses mean
make her tip toe on marble to Gargle me like listerine
Oh you thought I was feeling you?
chess not checkers take your queen
Kiss the ring
dealing with the general of this regime
On the rise like mezzanines
Noae GQ in magazines
Like he wasn't in the trap with magazines
12/12 bags and fiends
MuthaFuckers can't rhyme no more!