No Help

Trae

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    [Z-Ro:]
    Don't come around my way, cause I don't need a
    'Nother fat weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve
    Acting like you really my nigga, but he after my cheese
    Y'all niggaz get me congested, move around and let me breathe
    I remember when you niggaz, ain't want me to hit the weed
    Now that I'm rapping, you see me and tell me to hit the weed
    Thinking you can get a VIP pass, and get in free
    But Joseph McVey, is enough company for me
    Wanna kick it with me, cause I kick it with the high class
    Y'all didn't wanna kick it, when I was down on my ass
    In my cordoroy britches, y'all was in Louis Vatone
    Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun
    For using the millennium, or money by the ton
    You niggaz ain't help me get it, I did it with no one
    Fuck showing love back, I ain't showing none (y'all niggaz don't have to)
    Come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes
    Cause who the hell should I support, I'ma still be straight
    The less niggaz around me, the better I can concentrate
    When I came face straight, or open up my chest plate
    It could be ya death date, get beside yourself
    We ain't cool, I think you better rewind yourself
    Before a cemetery, be where you can find yourself
    So beat your feet, and let the do' close behind yourself
    I don't need no friend, I don't need no broad
    Only thing I need, is the help of the good Lord
    Trying to kick it, but motherfuckers sing to hard
    Cause I'ma be keeping it real, they gon be keeping it fraud
    A hundred and fifty-two percent, are real with me
    So instead of keeping my niggaz, get the steel with me
    I can do bad one deep, so I chill with heat (fuck y'all niggaz)

    [Hook:]
    I don't need no help my nigga, I can do bad on my own
    And I don't need no company lil' mama, stop ringing my cellular phone
    When I be down and out, nobody wanna come and kick it
    I'm a nobody, until I can shine
    So when my money is long, I don't need nobody to visit
    Leave me lonely, like you did last time

    [Trae:]
    I'm a asshole, and I ain't trying to be rude
    But I don't really give a damn, about none of y'all
    You use to hate a nigga tough, from way back in the day
    First off, fuck each and every one of y'all
    I be a loner on my own, alone hang with my chrome
    These motherfuckers play, life so fraud
    I peep game, to the T
    Cause I don't want nobody, to catch a nigga slipping on the Boulevard
    And on the other hand, just to make matters worse
    I feel, they want me headed to the grave
    And I ain't ready to leave, I got my back planted against the wall
    With a nine, about to misbehave
    Same old shit, with a friend or a foe
    Pack your shit, and get the fuck out the do'
    Ain't no way, you hoes finna be a part of my life
    A.B.N, is all that I know
    You can try what you wanna, but I ain't gon fail
    Look at me now, and all the shit that I sell
    I'ma beat a nigga trunk off, coast to coast
    And everybody who doubt that, can go to hell
    Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong
    And I don't give a fuck, cause I'm in my zone
    All that hate you got, it only make a nigga strong
    So I like how it feel, when I'm left all alone

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    [Hook]

    [Trae:]
    You must of thought I forgot, when I was stuck on the block
    And I was broke, everybody laughed a lot
    And now the tables have turned, you niggaz fraud
    And you know see Trae, with his foot up on the gas a lot
    Cause I don't trust you niggaz
    Give me fifty feet, 'fore I rush you niggaz
    Move it around, cause I don't fuck with you niggaz
    To tell the truth, I'm allergic to you niggaz
    Asshole for life, until a nigga fly
    Nigga don't stop, better go on pass by
    And hoes, don't call my cellular phone
    The only thing, that y'all know how to do is lie

    [Z-Ro:]
    Why y'all niggaz wanna rob wanna steal, that ain't real
    How the fuck I'ma kick it with you, you ain't gon get me killed
    I done seen a lot of blood, on the battlefield
    Even though I'm tired, I be climbing up the ladder still
    Ain't nobody words gon hurt me, even if they dessert me
    I'ma still be grubbing, and drink a drink when I'm thirsty
    Just to be in my position, motherfuckers ain't worthy
    So they feminine conversations, don't even disturb me
    I'm a gangsta, don't need another nigga to grade me
    If I'm in trouble, don't need nobody to save me
    Steady losing composure, like my kon folk Trae be
    I'ma handle my bidness, ain't nobody else made me

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    Información de la canción

    Composición: Dean Michael George, Gerald Isaac, Joseph Mcvey, Quincy Whetherstone y Frazier Iii Thompson

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