No Hook (feat. L!tino & Nathan Le'michael) Video (MV)

They ask me who I want to be, not what I want to be
Revenge of the dreamers, I am a f*cking dreamer
Don't have goals, I don't want to be you
Work too hard to be this small
Sit at home, hoping for clout
Smoking weed and alcohol
Ease my mind, that's all they know
Dressing up, that's all for show
Insecure when on the low
Swimming pools and rooting for
Music coming at the dome
Look what I created, yeah
Something you can relate to, yeah
Hit the club and listen, yeah
Mikey go so hard
Put me on the wish list
For the hit list
Running nonstop like I got a death wish
That's a misfit
Maxing out my Fitbit
Getting high on life, I don't need no drug to spread serotonin
And I set the tone and, yeah
I don't need no praise from man
Only God can judge me, hope he loves me
Hallelujah, I salute ya, hallelujah, hallelujah, I salute ya
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, aye

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Don't need no pen or paper, I just graduated
Daddy told me, rap it like you're not gonna make it, uh
Send your ass back to school, kid
You don't even know your grammar, like, what you doing, kid
Butter, butter, spread around, make your money tight, uh
Corner lights, corner stores like nighttime, uh
Bumpin' lo-fi
We some tough guys
Livin' normal, but we ain't satisfied, yeah
Uh
Dippin' a tuck
Catchin' your luck
We drippin' out from the mud
Uh
We some chump
808 thump
We need some more drums, yeah
We speeding past these red lights, uh
Going to our full time, yeah

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She do what I say like they callin' me Simon
Now I'm gonna hit it to Summertime Ridin'
She know all the words, cause they play when she driving
If I were to leave her, she might get to cryin'
Said, don't you dare treat me like these other bitches
I ain't no genie, can't grant all her wishes
I wish that I could, but it don't make no difference
Ain't lookin' for love, I just want a few pictures
Drive down the field or the lane on the court
Runnin' the game, it don't matter the sport
They worry at half when they look at the score
But homie, don't stress, I'll be back in the fourth
I ain't no rapper, just call me a artist
Shout out to Mike for the shit that we started
If I make a million, get people to guard it
That shit's in my grave if I ever depart it

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This is the hook, whoa
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This is the hook, whoa
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