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jerome (rapper) – no hook lyrics

[verse 1: rican mike]
uh
uh, uh, uh
watching all the scenes go by
sitting by the sideline
tryna make some money fast
nothing ever comes on by
gotta find a different route
do it till the day i die
got the haters on the side
b-tches tryna blow my line
glew up quick right on the dot
never thought i had the spot
dagger it right on the eye
bullseye never caught the time
caught the star won’t burn up
flame on like we starting up
can’t look back you turn to stone
burn it up we getting stoned
thinking what the joker say
laughing at ya f-cking face
playing you just like a game
get ahold of my brain
concentrate then penetrate pierce it like a sharp blade
dripping but they tripping
no control of what they thinking
on the nimbus getting lifted sipping buzzing let’s not k!ll it
bumping, subbing, no discussion, always rushing, interrupting
manifesting, changing sections, don’t subtract it, keep on adding
coming in through the front doors
yeah, we starting something
gotta keep getting more
there’s no more distractions
f-ck what they gotta say
yeah, they on the boof train
keep on getting hot and sunny like there’s no rain

[break: rican mike]
was it good?
fried
f-ck you

[verse 2: youngmindtrip]
aye, yuh
all these people hit me up like, “oh you rap now”
they just asking me to spit, just to see me act wild
and now they sending shots like they ain’t know my pack wild
but i never hit em, i just let jerome smackdown
that’s my brother cross the border
he shooting shots like a mortar (pew)
i just give him the order (pew)
and now you’re career shorter (pew)
i’ll call my brother issac
he’ll leave you sick at night, yuh
i don’t know why you try sh-t
or even pick a fight
that’s that trippy squad sh-t
when he gets lit, he thinks he’s atomic
y’all are getting tipsy while we keep dropping bombs, b-tch
i’m on my vietnam sh-t
on my hustle like i’m nipsey and we the viet kong, b-tch (aye, aye)
ima be at it till i’m six feet deep (aye)
f-cking with me, we leave your whole clique deceased (yuh)
everywhere i go, all these pr-cks see me (yeah)
i don’t know how you could talk sh-t with ya mixed cd (what)
please just pull up and tell me what you see (yeah)
cause all these d-mn cliques really wanna be me
please just pull up and tell me what you see (what)
cause all these d-mn cliques really wanna be me (yeah, haha)

[break: youngmindtrip]
f-ck with me, haha
we out here, hehe
shoutout jerome

[verse 3: jerome]
tell me step to the side
don’t give a sh-t when i rhyme
but carefully i arrive
one step the next and i’m fine
but, now i been stumbling all across categories
searching for all the glory
i don’t want nothin but cup a forty
maybe a couple shorties
but now i grow fatter
my gallbladder produce matter and my b-lls saggin
the truth draggin behind the fakest story, yeah
just jokin now i’m surely, yeah
i don’t want a minute
spend it pondering if anything i’m hittin
clapping, slappin
maybe i been sittin spinning
put my chin in, to it
goin through it
the motions keep me smokin
need a potion
anything but sober
it’s an ocean
filled with drugs that i could test and finally provide
a feeling like i’m floating
anything cause i can’t, spend another minute thinkin
when my head is clear i feel like i been drinking
the wrong sh-t, like i’m unconscious, but, still i’m walkin and talkin
but all the bullsh-t gets under my mask
talkin right outta my -ss
i don’t get time to relax
might go and pop me a xan
-ssign me a task
and gimme a flask
yeah, what?
i got, people, waitin, on me, see if i can fly, yeah

[outro: jerome]
all my, fam is, thinkin, i could, do more if i tried, yeah
i’m just, tired of, actin, like i, wasn’t gonna die, yeah
one more, year and, imma, just go, bee out like the hive, yeah

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