No Shame... No Regrets - Emilio Rojas

Everybody swore that last year was mine, everything was lined up

Thought that I would sign to MMG and join the line up

Thought that I would go to Universal out with Nigel

Hit me and then he acted all bitchy but never mind ‘em

I went to Violator, took a couple meetings

Started fucking with Chris Lighty ‘cause he could see it

And we were working with ‘em on this tape that we releasing

Then he took his own life the day that we were supposed to meet up

Rest in peace, rest in peace, I’mma get it

For the simple fact that a legend’ll believe

I’mma get it ‘cause me winning’s the only way I’mma grieve

And this year, all my people gon' eat

And they gon' see that I’m the best in my era, the best in this era

You dickriders really that impressed with this era?

There hasn’t been a classic album yet in this era

Matter of fact, I don’t have any respect for this era

On my second passport with no deal, I’m so real

I tell you hoes how a duffle bag of dough feel

And this year, I want a hundred grand a show

Yeah, I’m about to call up Mitch, I see him and I let him know

That the show price rising, verse price rising

Shining so much that I ain’t gotta buy diamonds

Brighty on my wrist and I ain’t even fucking wind it

So I check my phone if you ask me what the time is

I been to Paris, been to London, been to Barcelona

I lost some family to guns, some to carcinoma

I lost some family to greed and ambition

And I lost a lot of money paying for my ex tuition

But the only thing she learned is I will not be burned

Went from telling her «I love you» to «give the homie a turn», right?

I’m not concerned with your lists or your ratings

‘Cause rappers gotta die ‘fore you say that they the greatest

So we be getting high, lying low

What you consider living, we thinking is dying slow

You be chasing women I ain’t even tryna know

Over vixens, over hoes, some bitches overexposed

Now I’m sitting on a flight out, living in the night

And the minute that I land, I’m hitting women in the Heights

For the right amount of money, homie, any wrong is right

And I ain’t never ran away from a fight, hell no

I’m from the murder capital of New York State

Where they don’t murder for capital, they murder for play, right?

I ain’t patient, I don’t never stay and wait

And my guilt and loyalty, they got an expiration date, yeah

Young and Latin, bringing the back of the map in

With a lot of my people up out of the evil

They riding around in the Aston with the cash all in the back end

With a bad chick with an accent and I been in the middle

Of getting and never again am I never gon' have shit

No shame, no regret and I’ve never been living in debt

And I’ve never been given respect and I’ve never been willing to bend

Or bid to pretend to getting ahead and get into bed with them

In the hopes to getting the dough to give them my rent

I turn my drug dealer friends into art dealers

And I’m the king, kiss the ring, you could start kneeling

And we be in the fucking city, cars squealing

Off in the convertible Beamers that got the hard ceiling

Yo, fuck a rubber, I’mma feel her when I bang her out

I’m saving money, I’m investing in my back account

I’m in Caracas in the Winter, I be tanning now

While all you bitches do is stand around

And I ain’t never going broke, I’m never going broke

Once my lady get that Birkin, she ain’t never going coach

Fuck a yes man, all we ever say is no

Ain’t no stopping us when everything a go, yeah