No Mo Sad Shit - prota

No more sad shit my life too turnt up

Lines sharp man I’m about to cut a rug

Niggas sleep I hope them nigga resting snug

No silver spoon I had to get it out the mud, I had to stack my cash up

Real ass never had to act tough, real goons never had to act rough

Still lit drinking out the flask cup, still hood don’t make me have to mask up

Y’all niggas more mascara, I’m a Leo ass nigga, more Madagascar

No added gas I’m still fye as fuck nigga. want smoke? well shit light it up

nigga

In this bitch, get off a half a brick, my shit elaborate

I’m in a labyrinth, I found a way through this, the coldest shit I spit,

I’m tryna freeze my wrist

I’m tryna lower the risk of these hoes and shit, boy I was made for this —

dirty south

Boy you gotta pay a maid for this, man fuck fame but I’m bout to get laid for

this, with bad girls like Rihanna

Still take a boujee ass bitch to Benihana, country ass nigga still chasing

after dollars

Nigga with the heat like my name was Iguodala, always been a leader never been

the one follow oooo

Gotta catch myself, since ain’t no nigga catching up to me

I feel like Wayne c3 three peat, my PO still fuck with me

I smoke this gas and blow on trees, my flow gon last when I decease

That boy still spit — do this with ease… this shit feel like a breeze

A nice ass stroll straight through yo bloc — I got this rap shit here on lock

Lil piece still on cock, rest up lil Evan that boy gon rock

Still wish a nigga would, that boy gon chop, still winning so lopsided,

that choppa leave a nigga

Lopsided, new blood niggas that’s too excited, might cause a riot

Just off the sight, might off the boy cause he a different type,

niggas click it back

But can’t fucking type, and fuck yo bitch boy she not my fucking type nigga