No Help - Trae, Z-Ro

Don’t come around my way, cause I don’t need a

'Nother fair weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve

Acting like you really my nigga, but he after my cheese

Y’all niggas get me congested, move around and let me breathe

I remember when you niggas, ain’t want me to hit the weed

Now that I’m rapping, you see me and tell me to hit the weed

Thinking you can get a VIP pass, and get in free

But Joseph McVey, is enough company for me

Wanna kick it with me, cause I kick it with the high class

Y’all didn’t wanna kick it, when I was down on my ass

In my cordoroy britches, y’all was in Louis Vuitton

Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun

For using the millennium, or money by the ton

You niggas ain’t help me get it, I did it with no one

Fuck showing love back, I ain’t showing none (y'all niggas don’t have to)

Come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes

Cause with or without your support, I’mma still be straight

The less niggas around me, the better I can concentrate

When I can’t think straight, I open up a chest plate

It could be ya death date, get beside yourself

We ain’t cool, I think you better rewind yourself

Before a cemetery, be where you can find yourself

So beat your feet, and let the do' close behind yourself

I don’t need no friend, I don’t need no broad

Only thing I need, is the help of the good Lord

Trying to kick it, but motherfuckers sing to hard

Cause I’mma be keeping it real, they gon be keeping it fraud

A hundred and fifty-two percent, are real with me

So instead of keeping my niggas, get the steel with me

I can do bad one deep, so I chill with heat (fuck y’all niggas)

I don’t need no help my nigga, I can do bad on my own

And I don’t need no company lil' mama, stop ringing my cellular phone

When I be down and out, nobody wanna come and kick it

I’m a nobody, until I can shine

So when my money is long, I don’t need nobody to visit

Leave me lonely, like you did last time

I’m a asshole, and I ain’t trying to be rude

But I don’t really give a damn, about none of y’all

You use to hate a nigga tough, from way back in the day

First off, fuck each and every one of y’all

I be a loner on my own, alone hang with my chrome

These motherfuckers play, life so fraud

I peep game, to the T

Cause I don’t want nobody, to catch a nigga slipping on the Boulevard

And on the other hand, just to make matters worse

I feel, they want me headed to the grave

And I ain’t ready to leave, I got my back planted against the wall

With a nine, about to misbehave

Same old shit, with a friend or a foe

Pack your shit, and get the fuck out the do'

Ain’t no way, you hoes finna be a part of my life

A.B.N, is all that I know

You can try what you wanna, but I ain’t gon fail

Look at me now, and all the shit that I sell

I’mma beat a nigga trunk off, coast to coast

And everybody who doubt that, can go to hell

Sometimes I’m right, sometimes I’m wrong

And I don’t give a fuck, cause I’m in my zone

All that hate you got, it only make a nigga strong

So I like how it feel, when I’m left all alone

You must of thought I forgot, when I was stuck on the block

And I was broke, everybody laughed a lot

And now the tables have turned, you niggas fraud

And you know see Trae, with his foot up on the gas a lot

Cause I don’t trust you niggas

Give me fifty feet, 'fore I rush you niggas

Move it around, cause I don’t fuck with you niggas

To tell the truth, I’m allergic to you niggas

Asshole for life, until a nigga fly

Nigga don’t stop, better go on pass by

And hoes, don’t call my cellular phone

The only thing, that y’all know how to do is lie

Why y’all niggas wanna rob wanna steal, that ain’t real

How the fuck I’mma kick it with you, you ain’t gon get me killed

I done seen a lot of blood, on the battlefield

Even though I’m tired, I be climbing up the ladder still

Ain’t nobody words gon hurt me, even if they dessert me

I’mma still be grubbing, and drink a drink when I’m thirsty

Just to be in my position, motherfuckers ain’t worthy

So they feminine conversations, don’t even disturb me

I’m a gangsta, don’t need another nigga to grade me

If I’m in trouble, don’t need nobody to save me

Steady losing composure, like my kon folk Trae be

I’mma handle my bidness, ain’t no buts, ifs or maybes