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No Option
by Young Mistro
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Left these niggaz no option
Mistro you don't got clout, how you so poppin'
On the low, 'lot of niggaz Hüblot watchin'
Wanna' take me out the picture, photo croppin'
See, they mad at the lane that I'm in
I'm shinin' like a diamond
Make a wave & they wanna' ride it
Findin' it like a pirate, aye
My own lane, I design it
Its mine, you can't refine it
Im heatin' up, who D'n up
All they swipes declin'n, aye
Dickridin'
That's a pet peeve
Fuck the foreign, buckle up like new Guiseppes
Ridin' the wave
Jetski
Put in work full time
Please dnt tempt me
Stepback 3, for the swish
Young Kobe don't need no assist
Boy gaurdin' me is a risk
They'd a stepback 3 they'd a miss
Boy gaurdin' me you should switch
The key is stop puttin' up bricks
Call me IP man wit' the shits
Back to back to back to back wit the hits
Fam, how
How do they think they the man now
They runnin' back like a hand off
They know I'm flyer than hand outs
Fam, WOW
When you hot, they all your mans now
Feed 'em they cuttin' your hand off
But mad when you don't give hand outs
Go Go Go, Kyrie Irving to da Celtics Niggaz tilapia salesmen, why
Them niggaz selfish
I address shit like a mail list
Hand on my pelvis, I feel I'm Elvis
Beatin' me would never happen but you could get "rell lix"
Passion of Christ Mis, I feel I'm Mel Gibs
Lookin' at Mis life? Im doin well, bitch
I was taught skip caskets & the cell trips
Why
Because I learned from the elders
Only the real niggaz felt us
I know its hard, aint nobody gon help us
They bussin' our grape like Welch's
D' Evils they rose from the hell pits
Couldn't see what they sayin' wit braille lips
Niggaz soft n' they always on frail shit
I know they hatin' n' they're sick
Give a man a cure like his nail's chipped
Left these niggaz no option
Mistro you don't got clout, how you so poppin'
On the low, 'lot of niggaz Hüblot watchin'
Wanna' take me out the picture, photo croppin'
See, they mad at the lane that I'm in
I'm shinin' like a diamond
Make a wave & they wanna' ride it
Findin' it like a pirate, aye
My own lane, I design it
Its mine, you can't refine it
Im heatin' up, who D'n up
All they swipes declin'n, aye
Dickridin'
That's a pet peeve
Fuck the foreign, buckle up like new Guiseppes
Ridin' the wave
Jetski
Put in work full time
Please dnt tempt me
Stepback 3, for the swish
Young Kobe don't need no assist
Boy gaurdin' me is a risk
They'd a stepback 3 they'd a miss
Boy gaurdin' me you should switch
The key is stop puttin' up bricks
Call me IP man wit' the shits
Back to back to back to back wit the hits
Fam, how
How do they think they the man now
They runnin' back like a hand off
They know I'm flyer than hand outs
Fam, WOW
When you hot, they all your mans now
Feed 'em they cuttin' your hand off
But mad when you don't give hand outs
Go Go Go, Kyrie Irving to da Celtics Niggaz tilapia salesmen, why
Them niggaz selfish
I address shit like a mail list
Hand on my pelvis, I feel I'm Elvis
Beatin' me would never happen but you could get "rell lix"
Passion of Christ Mis, I feel I'm Mel Gibs
Lookin' at Mis life? Im doin well, bitch
I was taught skip caskets & the cell trips
Why
Because I learned from the elders
Only the real niggaz felt us
I know its hard, aint nobody gon help us
They bussin' our grape like Welch's
D' Evils they rose from the hell pits
Couldn't see what they sayin' wit braille lips
Niggaz soft n' they always on frail shit
I know they hatin' n' they're sick
Give a man a cure like his nail's chipped
