No Passes - DeJ Loaf

Have you ever lost your mind, and lost your head?

Have you ever ever had to bury a friend?

Have you ever ever had to bury your man, yeah?

He got pain in his eyes, they blood red

Used to rock a little taper, know he got dressed (Woah, yeah)

You know why he got dressed

Ain’t givin' up no passes, tell my shooter «Go ahead»

«Go ahead» (Go)

And put the low for your head (Go)

«Go ahead» (Go)

Put the low for your head

Niggas be killin' baby daddies, then worried about the kids

Is she really with the shit?

Is she really all in her feel, yeah?

Yesterday she had to kill some

Today she gotta heal some

Leave his head on the by the hillstones

Word is,, it’s on billboard

This the shit, I’m here for

The feds got your name on a clipboard

I didn’t cry tears for it

Only surround myself with people I’d do a hunnid years for, uh

It’s no limit

She’s 'bout it, 'bout it

She got skeletons in her closet

No more fallin' out with niggas, just drop 'em

She got, don’t need to sponsor

Humble beast, turned me to a monster

Have you ever lost your mind, and lost your head?

Have you ever ever had to bury a friend?

Have you ever ever had to bury your man, yeah?

He got pain in his eyes, they blood red

Used to rock a little taper, know he got dressed (Woah, yeah)

You know why he got dressed

Ain’t givin' up no passes, tell my shooter «Go ahead»

«Go ahead» (Go)

And put the low for your head (Go)

«Go ahead» (Go)

Put the low for your head

Niggas got on the edge (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Please don’t shoot at no legs

a couple niggas fed

In my city breakin' bread

Put the Eastside on

Back when I had my Levi’s on

Bitches ungrateful when they know that they wrong

If I ain’t turned my city up, they would’ve my

Y’all be bitin' your tongue, they be bitin' my style

Bitch stop playin' 'fore we knock you down

Playin' with my name is like playin' with the government,

And I ain’t never leave my niggas sufferin'

Do you know what I’m up against?

I’m movin' like I’m Ghost out here

Got a lot of power that, I ain’t even know I had

Bag a bitch while she takin' in her groceries bag

I’m smokin' good, knowin' that the smoke is bad

Have you ever lost your mind, and lost your head?

Have you ever ever had to bury a friend?

Have you ever ever had to bury your man, yeah?

He got pain in his eyes, they blood red

Used to rock a little taper, know he got dressed (Woah, yeah)

You know why he got dressed

Ain’t givin' up no passes, tell my shooter «Go ahead»

«Go ahead» (Go)

And put the low for your head (Go)

«Go ahead» (Go)

Put the low for your head