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kxng crooked & joell ortiz - no more lyrics

[intro: joell ortiz]
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[verse 1: joell ortiz]
look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane, yup
both of those, pablo esco with the pen flow
bordeaux retros, left foot first out of the benz do’
through the metro, pilotin’, hollerin’, crooked, let’s go
w’s for the west coast, e’s up for the east, that spells we
we rep both like mulatto mixed redbones
as far as vets go, won’t find better out these headphones
i’m bein’ modest, k, let’s be honest
we brady and rodgеrs, the tommy aaron regardless
you artist is harmlеss, target practice for marvelous marksman
my least polished composition demolishes squadrons
on any eve, my adam’s apple is thumped through a garden
to whoever you think’s the hottest
please, don’t think too hardest
ever then, i’m heaven sent
was screamin’ yaowa before i knew that message meant
your temperament represents a few flaws
servin’ as detriments to your true cause
unless you never been the person you say you are
a picture’s worth more than a thousand words now
guess you are who you portray you are
may you all find peace, love, and happiness
me, i’ma keep f+ckin’ these beats up with raps and sh+t
[chorus: joell ortiz]
i’m tryna behave, but i don’t like the humbleness anymore
so now, i’m runnin’ round on my sh+t again
tryna behave, but i don’t like the humbleness anymore
so now the diamonds smile on my neck again
tryna behave, but i don’t like the humbleness anymore therefore, i’m throwin’ rounds in my fifth again
back in the days, i was with all the humble sh+t, but no more, no more

[verse 2: kxng crooked]
i’m talkin’ spicy like my jambalaya
i skip dessert, never let these n+ggas humble pie ya
let’s get to work, i be cool when i’m under fire
i should run a choir, ’cause i only answer to something higher
(my n+gga, church)
man, i got these haters sick as h+ll, they want me in a prison cell
‘stead, i’m in executive meetings like i attended yale
still, do my dirt by my lonely, i know you snitch as well
hit your ass with the kiss of death, and i don’t kiss and tell (mwah)
free the guys, peace of mind is what freedom buys
we despise n+ggas trickin’ the youth when they feed ’em lies
sweetie pie, see the ride, deep inside, get greedy, i
didi+dadi, they stay away from me with them creepy vibes
i was a poor thing, all the way up to fourteen
thrift store clothin’, got away from the prowings
now i’m just adulting, leafy greens and some protein
you would coach these that don’t lean, overdosin’ on codeine (on god)
i was a teenage father
what i look like in the strip club, watching some chick twerk, same age as my daughters
sipping on evian water, ’cause i’m not a drinker
getting lap dances from females, while tryna answer my emails, nah
i’m on another tip, i been f+cking lit
since you was suckin’ your mother’s tit, what you coming with?
think you better than me? wipe that coke off your upper lip
get in the booth, i’m the best to do it, f+ck that humble sh+t, n+gga
[chorus: joell ortiz]
i’m tryna behave, but i don’t like the humbleness anymore
so now, i’m runnin’ round on my sh+t again
tryna behave, but i don’t like the humbleness anymore
so now the diamonds smile on my neck again
tryna behave, but i don’t like the humbleness anymore therefore, i’m throwin’ rounds in my fifth again
back in the days, i was with all the humble sh+t, but no more, no more

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