No Explanation

Y’all ready, y’all ready, right?

This still got me a lil' confused, know what I mean?

Y’all ready, right? Yeah

Okay, yeah

Back up, back up

Been in my mind lately, hah, been in my mind (Yeah)

Yeah, harder to find lately

(Yeah, y’all better get ready)

Yeah

Wrote this accompanied by a little reefer

My Beats pill speaker (Yeah)

And my two hunnid milliliter Hennessey

I hit your lil’ chica, told that ***** to "Bend that key"

Then proceed to bend the knees (Yeah)

I been a G livin’ life the way I please

Came from the middle of the East like I’m Lebanese

Bottom line, these MCs lobotomized a thousand times

If we talkin’ ‘bout their rhyme for rhyme (Yeah)

My stats combined got stocks and bonds, come by

Multiply my worth ten times, ‘bout twenty, nah, *****

I ain’t lyin’, I’m already on my seven figure

But I got other things on my mind that’s much bigger

Like bein’ the voice to this voiceless generation

And fill the void, I can’t avoid this temptation

When I exploit, I explode off, detonation

Push my buttons and I go off with no explanation

Been in my mind lately, yeah, been in my mind

So harder to find lately, harder to find

You best keep runnin’, the brother on me back

But I just keep comin’, *****s on the Act’ (Yeah)

And they just beef runnin’, hit you in them tracks (Push)

But it all means nothin’, nothin’, nothin’ (Yeugh)

Cold cases, murder *****s on a daily basis

Luminar flow, no traces

I am the blacklight, my whole career off of crack, right?

Olympic divin' in this money, watch me jackknife

My rap life ain't like yours

I'm really goin' home to five stories and bright walls

Tied James Paytons, he said he got my one-of-ones waitin'

Why y'all thinkin' James Evans Jr.?

Four and a half karats of tumor

At Nick Bhindi like Slick Rick the Ruler

Say less about your jewelers

You overpaid for it while bae ignore it

Your shit is just made for TV, think grayer for it

VIP sections can't be recorded

You might catch a housewife

Where *****s pay 'em like they weigh and drop it outright

Get your count right, we can talk numbers

Single file, add up my digits 'til next summer, *****s

I’m like the Wizard of Oz, on the yellow brick road

Ride slow with the iron, man (What else?)

New flows for your dome right out the fryin' pan (Right)

Got that free smoke, you will have it fill diaphragm

I'm eatin' now, had to change up my diet plan

Never lyin' I am lyin', fam

Comin' for the biggest cats in the food chain

Kill 'em all, the only thing left the fools chain and who to blame

Is it written raps against your artifacts?

And *****s rippin' tracks and spittin' all the facts

Drippin' out my cardiac, arrest is not needed to my body flat

Nah, killin' shows, stackin' bodybags

Catch you where the zombies at

Underground kings, *****s honor that

My forward thinkin' make 'em all rewind it back

Way ahead of my time, I surpass *****s

This a daily reminder that I am that *****

Badman ting

Been in my mind lately, yeah, been in my mind

So harder to find lately, harder to find

You best keep runnin’, the brother on me back

But I just keep comin’, *****s on the Act’

And they just beef runnin’, hit you in them tracks

But it all means nothin’, nothin’, nothin’