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letra de no discussion - nolan lewis

[hook]
my success got ‘em stressed
i collect accolades, and they say “how come?”
it’s getting real bold on the ‘net
when i see ‘em and step, it’s a different outcome
won’t play second fiddle, don’t put me in middle
my name does not contain a malcom
everyone think they the best
ima put that to rest when i drop this lil’ album

[verse 1]
all of them hearing stories and just run with it
ima get bl–dy, gory, never blunt with it
half of ‘em can’t perform without a stunt in it
i had to drop ‘em, went and broke thе covenant
i’m on my supermodel, on thе cover sh-t
you on your lead or follow? no discussing it
trusting my intution to acheive the vision
it’s a wrap for chickens, well that’s just a given
this a lesson for you ni-
excuse me
it’s just tiring to watch a winner losing
when the talent and prowess is always oozing
getting fed up and bread up, i had to ignore the set up
took time to grow, now i’m better
these other hoes never measure
you cross me once and that’s enough, i’m going v for vendetta
that don’t just go for the transgressor, also go for defenders
and those who smiling to my face but really f-cking pretenders
i’m in the zone now, put the coke down, we going pepsi
fits too flashy, giving ‘em epilepsy
get your 2bs, i’m feeling a little testy
how you and your clique gon’ hate, but never met me?
riding on my (ooh) don’t pay bills
your bank still calling ‘bout your funds you can’t fill
meanwhile, my wallet empanada, mad hoes can swalla
the fake ones preach hakuna matata
call it how i see it, you ain’t looking right
left ‘em in my dust, know that gotta bite
don’t break bread with snakeheads, i’m thinking twice
your best man’s a fake fan, it’s really trite
i’m on stage, your mind, ‘bout to lose it
on me all eyes, mr. truman
way i’m grinding hot like jacuzzi
my goal in life, subvert the assuming
[interlude 1]
alright, ima need y’all to look to your left
and your right
and let me know
if you see somebody else who can do what i just did
okay?

[hook]
my success got ‘em stressed (got ‘em stressed)
i collect accolades, and they say “how come?” (they say “how come?)
it’s getting real bold on the ‘net
when i see ‘em and step, it’s a different outcome (it’s a different, different, ooh)
won’t play second fiddle, don’t put me in middle
my name does not contain a malcom (better not)
everyone think they the best
ima put that to rest when i drop this lil’ album (hey, hey)

[verse 2]
all my life i been pining, searching, for others’ respect
took me long, but i noticed that ain’t something ima get
all ‘em saying they the best, but i ain’t seen nothing yet
now they calling ‘bout a feature, ‘cause they feeling regret (man, forget it)
talk about the gang, and we’ll change the state that you met us in
always looking sickening, everyone need some medicine
why they talking down before checking the state they living in?
i need a calculator, it’s getting really derivative
confrontational, i’m known for crushing enemies, foes
ion take no prisoners, y’heard? anything goes
on the way to being big fish, they some minnows
beating me? that’s a big wish, no cumplido
you know the 3-1-0, 2-0-2 i’m repping
raised the bar too far, too impressing
i’m the sh-t, you might’ve missed that lesson
turn your fs in
okay, i need a break, ‘cause the bass hit harder than mike tyson
your demo’s in the trash, it’s not to my liking
now they getting aggy, tag me if you really ‘bout it
but if we gon’ be real, man, i really doubt it
i won’t say it verbatim, ‘cause of my mom
but let’s just say i’m jerry, and you’re a tom (ooh)
forget your level, ‘cause i’m really beyond
can’t play minesweeper, ‘cause i’m really the bomb
[interlude 2]
‘cause i’m really the bomb
let that sit with you, let that one marinate a little bit
then throw that in the oven at 400 for an hour
and broil it while you at it
and then serve it up hot, hahaha

[hook]
my success got ‘em stressed (got ‘em stressed)
i collect accolades, and they say “how come?” (like huh?)
it’s getting real bold on the ‘net
when i see ‘em and step, it’s a different outcome (oh, woah, woah, woah)
won’t play second fiddle, don’t put me in middle
my name does not contain a malcom (nuh-uh)
everyone think they the best
ima put that to rest when i drop this lil’ album
period

- nolan lewis

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