Yo Whether or not you understanding, this is the plot This is the end, Cudi on my speakers again Pop a script it got me ripping up my pages These words won't live forever so a nigga gotta make them High as Seven Seals on the real I cook with the apron Today I'm feeling Cajun in a haven made for a pagan, yea Was infiltrated by niggas need me a Glock or something Shock a nigga leave the sock on top and rock it to 'em If this was the 80's I'd be flipping packs in the locker room Raised by Raegan babies we was taught to maneuver fumes Bachelor moods, hoping this bourbon won't resurface Spatula flipping writtens into the oven furnace Brick by brick I tore it down like the crucifix That pinned me down as a young'n going through some shit Thoughts in the sewer now I'm really going through some shit And it's no hard, and it's no hard And its no hard feelings (none at all, none at all) And its no hard feelings (none at all, none at all) I'ma get this money without you I'ma get to drinking without you (po' me up, po' me up) And its no hard feelings (none at all, none at all) And its no hard feelings (none at all, none at all) I'ma get this money without you I'ma get to drinking without you (po' me up, po' me up) Get used to it Flew off the rail, nose grind unamused to it You are the muse that I amuse until the AM Refusing to sleep cause these raps do pay 'em By them I mean the bodies that I'm slaying Gatekeepers, wack niggas on the FM so F– them nah fuck y'all niggas Crowd favorite so they sent me here to murk y'all niggas Contracted in a cage with your face off nigga Been a time I only had a parking ticket to my name What you fabricate won't activate inside the lane I'm in I mean them ends is worth nothing Bring the bag or keep it dumping I see headlines in my future But how when niggas flexing 8balls size of loofahs Or roofied in the coup with twenty women from Bermuda Super soak a ho repeatedly, went dipping with a scuba Who the fuck is you bruh? West Orlando from the bandos to the Barnett Park far from you lames if a target Scope feel safer from a range, kill your Margaret Skill-wise we are margins away Class of my own like Margiela skates I scoff as I blow fumes grown out of state State prop we the chain gang running up the block, nigga And its no hard feelings (none at all, none at all) And its no hard feelings (none at all, none at all) I'ma get this money without you I'ma get to drinking without you (po' me up, po' me up) And its no hard feelings (none at all, none at all) And its no hard feelings (none at all, none at all) I'ma get this money without you I'ma get to drinking without you (po' me up, po' me up)