No more, no more

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah

No more, no more

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh

Yeah



Niggas see the crib and ask who did I steal from

Price tags on making the world feel some

They don't have enough to satisfy a real one

Maverick Carter couldn't even get the deal done

Niggas scared to come towards us, gotta run from us

Louisville hush money for my young gunners

Rick Pitino, I take them to strip clubs and casinos

Stack of c-notes get all you niggas scratched like Preemo

Worms, I just opened up a can of those

My mother had a flower shop, but I was Sandra's Rose

Two girls that I rope like I'm Indiana Jones

I make them hoes walk together like I'm Amber Rose

Yeah, f**k that I got to up the ante

California girls sweeter than pieces of candy

Had me all up on a Nipsey hood and go link up with Sammy

Type of hood where bandanas make niggas a family

Head on a swivel, I could shoot but I could never dribble

Life too short I gotta get it 'fore they blow the whistle

My uncle tried to change the energy with stones and crystals

But it's gonna take more than that for me to control my issues

I wasn't made for no casket or no prison cell

Every title doing numbers like I'm Miss Adele

Sandra knows I pulled us out of a living hell

I'm the chosen one, flowers never pick themselves



No more, no more

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah

No more, no more

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh



Niggas want a classic, that's just ten of these

Crime family like the Genovese

You don't want drama, capisce?

My house is full of supermodels just like Mohamed Hadid

I take this shit too serious, you niggas my comic relief

I find it funny how I keep on talking and commas increase

I'm standing at the top of where you niggas are climbing to reach

I even got my very own initials inscribed on my sheets

Subtle reminders are key, Gs

Spoiler alert: the second act is tragic

And everyone that wants the worst for me's asking what happened

Backstabbed so many times I started walking backwards

Like Charlemagne, I see the light and see the darkest patches

Bury me and I'll be born again

I walk in godly form amongst the mortal man

I got some real demons across the border fence

And made a note of the mistakes we can't afford again

Like I said, can of worms and I'm the early bird

Niggas want to hang but I'm too busy doing dirty work

Hit 'em back and say we'll link back on the 33rd

When I say that they cursing me, it ain't dirty words

Church of Pentecost, Holy Spirit synagogue

I don't know who's protecting me but we hit it off

Sandra's rose, no wonder they tryna' pick me off

I guess you gotta show these niggas who you really are



No more, no more

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah

No more, no more

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh