Music◊Memory - No Swiping lyrics

[Verse 1: Michael Young] Make a toast, just to celebrate the fact That we made it out the hood and we never going back See my n***as in the pen, no hope See what life can get you when you listen to your friends that live off selling dope Never listen to them n***as, nope Even though they love you, all that loving sh** will get you nowhere Never trust them n***as, never go there n***as do you dirty, leave you on a cloud with no air Always been a dude to keep a promise Then, I never follow through, I'm just trying to keep it honest Now, I got the money and I spend it Cause it's time, I said I'll take care of the people that just always keep it modest This is T.T.O's finest Listen to the hook, if you don't get it I suggest that you rewind this Lot of n***as went but they never made it back Never told a lie, all I do is state facts, n***a, ah [Hook: No Idols and Michael Young] These n***as steal my swag Swiper, no swiping Swiper, no swiping Swiper, no swiping These n***as steal my swag Swiper, no swiping Swiper, no swiping Swiper, no swiping [Verse 2: Chris Geez] C-H-R-I-S, oh, geez, it's me Said I'm raw to the touch, like rotten meat Said I'm fresh out the pot, can't handle me Before I make it to the top, dismantle me Cause if I get where I'm going, I ain't never going back No round of applause, man, that thing go clap Every time I'm in my city ain't nobody on my back Have you seen where I been, then, you know where I'm at Gotta bone for you, dog Fresh out the cash, can't hold me at all Don't blow my high if you know I'mma fall And yeah, I'm the sh**, n***a, where is my star Not in my circle, you squares on the draw Shoot for the door, better reach for the ball If God was a ref, then, d**h be your call Just me and my n***as, no new friends at all My verse and I'm only getting started Stunting like the boss and I graduated Harding When your girl see me, no threat, she stalking CG, it's me, 3-D I ball like Yoda Fly so high, no, b**h, I'm floating Caps in your a**, be ghosting Swarm on your block, my n***as be locusts No kodak camera, that zoom need focus At the top of my game Picture me losing, man, that be a shame Step out of my pose and breaking my frame Fake friends see through like drops in the rain Switching my flow, not changing my name Step in the club, no new friends No new friends for me And I drop that beat with a thirty-eight key [Hook: No Idols, Michael Young, and Chris Geez] These n***as steal my swag Swiper, no swiping (Yeah) Swiper, no swiping (And I'm on one) Swiper, no swiping These n***as steal my swag Swiper, no swiping Swiper, no swiping Swiper, no swiping [Verse 3: No Idols] Switch the fedora for a snapback I got more flavors than a spice rack f** is gold when I'm aiming for a platinum plaque I'm k**ing these beats, send a burlap sack Most rappers too nice, I'll eat y'all in two bites That's one for your body, the next go for your mic b**h n***a, goodnight, you take those as last rites And you and your whole team is f** boys for life p**y n***a, you cane sweet, talking about you hold them goons, little n***a That's bull sh** like your excrete, get chipped like you on them toons, pull the trigger Man, f** you and your technique, get bent like a f**ing spoon, little dipper I take flights to Martinique, you dry like a f**ing prune, that's dinner Uh, Your exuberance is just humorous And my word play is so numerous and you baby-sit like a uterus Uh, You stick out, protuberance Don't make me get belligerent, I'll smack you out of your ignorance This lyricism, my trademark Born with it like birthmarks I'll ship your a** like a postmark And they'll return to sender like question mark I'm too cold, cadaver I'll bag your chick, no wrapper We sh**ting on them, no bladder You boys ain't catching me, so, who you after I spit hard like llamas She eat semen, Piranha Got a main chick named Lana And her back-up is Kyra And hell yeah, I'm bragging This mixtape straight dragon And we feeding the whole team like we Italian and Spanish, Go