Starlito - Untitled No Hook lyrics

[Verse 1: Starlito] I lost what was left to lose Privacy, sanity, thirty day spent about 90Gs gambling Grind like I'm famished Still ride with them hammers Try to understand me Man I'm just tryna provide for my family My lil cousin in college she need tuition and books The n***as you hustle with probably won't even put sh** on your books That's why I move different like bishops and rooks Keep a tool with me I'm cool with being misunderstood I got street credit and I'm also rich in the hood But you can keep that and I traded my OG status I just wanna be happy f** around with these rappers They just selling dreams you get a syrup and a weed happy Endured a loss just keep stacking, stashing for a rainy day Strapped when I'm in traffic And I ain't playing just like a rain delay War torn from the game I ain't ashamed but I remain this way Learn from all my pain because it's lame to make the same mistakes 'Lito [Interlude: Starlito] I mean we don't have Like we're not so similar like There people like I mean we have different habits We have different ways of doing things But when you put us in the room with a mic and a console You know it's clock work So I think with that film that was the other thing Like those guys play by their own rules And they did what made sense to them And that was the strength of their bond Lito [Verse 2: Don Trip] You know you can count on me like a mathematician If it's 'bout cash I'm with it I never slacked to get it Long as my casket empty n***as say my name and wanna hear raps already Just slap 'em silly I got a clapper with me And it got a back up with it, that got a back up with it Three hour drive to Nashville Stop at Prince's to grab a chicken Then it's back to Memphis By the way my name ring bells like cla** dismissal b**h I ball hard you don't believe me? Ask a catcher's mitten Betting against us is like hitting a strip club Searching for cla**y women Meanwhile I'm flier than a flight attendant But still not high as God intended Smallest giant, largest weapon 223 if the odds against me Momma ain't raise no punk Disagree with me thats 'til I raise this pump I can come back everyday and not have to reload But ain't enough days in a month Third time hearing bout a raid this month Make a n***a proud ain't still in the cut I remember riding low key on pins and needles For all this hay in the truck And I got a baby AK in the front I'm strapped up, I'm strapped in Got road rage on the road to riches To city near you for my backing