I know that you proud
Pack ya feelings up like Prada man
The socks it match the shoes
And the shoes it match the Cullinan
Speaking on my name
And my question still like "who?"
Why you talking about your guns if you know you ain't gone shoot ?
Couple bands and they blue
And this neck it's kinda new
But I know this chain gone stay here
Cuz this shit is stuck like glue
Baby get up out your feelings
There ain't time for business
I'm making the money plays
Then why you think your money in it
I don't, I don't wanna talk
I don't want your explanation
I've been standing on this wall
From this paper I'm chasing
Racks coming in, so the money is making
I know she gone talk, cause she like entertaining
Baby in the radio I'm feeling like I'm spacing
On a whole another planet it feel so invasive
Wondering if you gone go get caught up
Thinking that we ducking, nigga, go and get your cards up
If you come around us
Wait, please don't come around us
He been acting goofy
Ever since he took the stardust
Told her touchdown, I'm a pull up in a week
She ain't got no chill when her ass start to tweak
She been really tweaking off the medical weed
And that's how we know it can not just be trees
And you can call me the young M-I-C-
K-E-Y, cause I'm after all this cheese
They still hating on my craft, aw jeeze
Can't accept that I'm becoming an OG
Now I ain't mainstream, but I'll take your main B
Young and reckless, but a f*cking classic like the 80s
I got tired, always acting like an effing fake G
Then I gained respect, and now the real Gs pay me
They don't care that I put my heart into this shit, well pardon me
For the God complex like I went to Heaven and rented
A new apartment in this bitch, like her finger what she thinks of me
I remember when nobody wanted to rap with me
Now nobody wanna rap with me
They way too pussy, actually, in fact, I double dog dared Dollerie
To even send this track to me
Your favorite rapper waiting to hear back from me
You wait to hear back from your favorite bitch, she arch her back for me
At this point, speaking down on my name is blasphemy
I don't gotta stay equipped all the time, my squad blast for me
I'm just an artist, a canvas becomes a masterpiece
The pen is the brush, but you ain't wanna be in this gallery
Back up all this shit I speak, it's diarrhea of the mouth
Rhyme book as a diary
I ain't the type to always snap violently
But don't try me, take me as a joke, you'll get smoked with an iron knee
Y'all must be blind if you ain't eyeing me
M-Hunt - No Explanation (feat. Dollerie) Lyrics
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I know that you proud
Pack ya feelings up like Prada man
The socks it match the shoes
And the shoes it match the Cullinan
Speaking on my name
And my question still like "who?"
Why you talking about your guns if you know you ain't gone shoot ?
Couple bands and they blue
And this neck it's kinda new
But I know this chain gone stay here
Cuz this shit is stuck like glue
Baby get up out your feelings
There ain't time for business
I'm making the money plays
Then why you think your money in it
I don't, I don't wanna talk
I don't want your explanation
I've been standing on this wall
From this paper I'm chasing
Racks coming in, so the money is making
I know she gone talk, cause she like entertaining
Baby in the radio I'm feeling like I'm spacing
On a whole another planet it feel so invasive
Wondering if you gone go get caught up
Thinking that we ducking, nigga, go and get your cards up
If you come around us
Wait, please don't come around us
He been acting goofy
Ever since he took the stardust
Told her touchdown, I'm a pull up in a week
She ain't got no chill when her ass start to tweak
She been really tweaking off the medical weed
And that's how we know it can not just be trees
And you can call me the young M-I-C-
K-E-Y, cause I'm after all this cheese
They still hating on my craft, aw jeeze
Can't accept that I'm becoming an OG
Now I ain't mainstream, but I'll take your main B
Young and reckless, but a f*cking classic like the 80s
I got tired, always acting like an effing fake G
Then I gained respect, and now the real Gs pay me
They don't care that I put my heart into this shit, well pardon me
For the God complex like I went to Heaven and rented
A new apartment in this bitch, like her finger what she thinks of me
I remember when nobody wanted to rap with me
Now nobody wanna rap with me
They way too pussy, actually, in fact, I double dog dared Dollerie
To even send this track to me
Your favorite rapper waiting to hear back from me
You wait to hear back from your favorite bitch, she arch her back for me
At this point, speaking down on my name is blasphemy
I don't gotta stay equipped all the time, my squad blast for me
I'm just an artist, a canvas becomes a masterpiece
The pen is the brush, but you ain't wanna be in this gallery
Back up all this shit I speak, it's diarrhea of the mouth
Rhyme book as a diary
I ain't the type to always snap violently
But don't try me, take me as a joke, you'll get smoked with an iron knee
Y'all must be blind if you ain't eyeing me
Pack ya feelings up like Prada man
The socks it match the shoes
And the shoes it match the Cullinan
Speaking on my name
And my question still like "who?"
Why you talking about your guns if you know you ain't gone shoot ?
Couple bands and they blue
And this neck it's kinda new
But I know this chain gone stay here
Cuz this shit is stuck like glue
Baby get up out your feelings
There ain't time for business
I'm making the money plays
Then why you think your money in it
I don't, I don't wanna talk
I don't want your explanation
I've been standing on this wall
From this paper I'm chasing
Racks coming in, so the money is making
I know she gone talk, cause she like entertaining
Baby in the radio I'm feeling like I'm spacing
On a whole another planet it feel so invasive
Wondering if you gone go get caught up
Thinking that we ducking, nigga, go and get your cards up
If you come around us
Wait, please don't come around us
He been acting goofy
Ever since he took the stardust
Told her touchdown, I'm a pull up in a week
She ain't got no chill when her ass start to tweak
She been really tweaking off the medical weed
And that's how we know it can not just be trees
And you can call me the young M-I-C-
K-E-Y, cause I'm after all this cheese
They still hating on my craft, aw jeeze
Can't accept that I'm becoming an OG
Now I ain't mainstream, but I'll take your main B
Young and reckless, but a f*cking classic like the 80s
I got tired, always acting like an effing fake G
Then I gained respect, and now the real Gs pay me
They don't care that I put my heart into this shit, well pardon me
For the God complex like I went to Heaven and rented
A new apartment in this bitch, like her finger what she thinks of me
I remember when nobody wanted to rap with me
Now nobody wanna rap with me
They way too pussy, actually, in fact, I double dog dared Dollerie
To even send this track to me
Your favorite rapper waiting to hear back from me
You wait to hear back from your favorite bitch, she arch her back for me
At this point, speaking down on my name is blasphemy
I don't gotta stay equipped all the time, my squad blast for me
I'm just an artist, a canvas becomes a masterpiece
The pen is the brush, but you ain't wanna be in this gallery
Back up all this shit I speak, it's diarrhea of the mouth
Rhyme book as a diary
I ain't the type to always snap violently
But don't try me, take me as a joke, you'll get smoked with an iron knee
Y'all must be blind if you ain't eyeing me
Writer: Evin Muse, Matthew Stotz
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid