No Distractions (Freestyle) - CGB

Yo, yo

I’m feelin' nice

Yo, when a thief meets a saint

All he sees is his pockets

Must admit I feel conflicted

'Cause I had to fill my wallet

Had to do it just to eat, dawg

Yeah, I went a bit crazy

Yeah, I went a bit loco

So I’m always yellin' «Pay Me!»

Yeah, I’m always yellin' «Fuck You!»

That’s the reason that I’m maybe

Gonna end it 'cause you bitches pretendin'

That you actin' like you Satan

Nah, uh, nah

I do not like you fake bitches

Nah, nah

I do not like you fake bitches

Man there ain’t shit you can tell me

Man there ain’t shit you can tell me

Ride around the mothafuckin' city

Comin' from th South then going East to West

Yo, I’m not the pluggy but my phon ringing non-stop

I gotta go and get the cheque

Dollar by dollar, we stop the stress

Bottle by bottle, we pop the best

Had to quit the lean and get it off my chest

Shit was pressin' down, I was near my death

Fentanyl makin' me skeptical

It’s sad we fucked up from the medical

I lost my homie from chemicals

Turned that pain into some decibels

Turn those bitches to some decimals

I got some gold on my skeleton

All of you hoes is some replicas

All you bitches is so delicate

I gotta work on my shit

I gotta work on my shit

I cannot take no distractions

I cannot take no distractions

Baby if you in my path

Then you better get off cause I gotta go mack

Lemme talk all my shit now

Lemme roll with my bitch now

Lemme get my assist now

Hit No Service then I pass out

613, there’s no handouts

Nah we only help our mans out

Turn that into my fam now

I’m the motherfuckin' fam now

I been goin'

Man there ain’t shit you can tell me

Man there ain’t shit you can tell me

I drip and I teleport

I’m Jordan, I kill the quarter

Y’all is not ready for it, ay

Ay, sip and I pour the four

Sip and I pour the four

Sip and I pour the four