NVM THAT! (feat. Rico B)

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Junior Threat

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Aye
Ah,
Yeah, yeah
Aye, nevermind that!
Ain't ever gon' see me do plans for my plans
Stick on my hand like a bible, oh damn!
Pray you won't die
Silver gon' dance on my neck and its hanging like stars on a sky
All of the people who's watching my moves always wonder, "What the f*ck is wrong with this guy?"
Don't understand
Branch of the cash
Money gon' grow on this tree, I ain't playin
F*ck all the rules, man, I'll put that to snooze
Don't like the truce, and I'll leave you real bruised like I'm bruce
Sippin' on booze til you lose all your screws
Hittin' the pavement end up on news
Never gon see me like that I refuse
Yeah, yeah, I refuse
I'mma do what I'mma do for life like a tattoo

Clock in, I'm R!co, no charge
Living in Texas, so I'm living large
Legal trap, trap from afar
Accurate throwin' em darts
Mike Tyson, hittin' em hard
Using my voice, yeah, you know I ain't stopping
Lock with my boys, yeah, I'm Houston's lil' Rocket
My momma shocked, yeah, I do it for poppa
I rap for my niece, I'mma take her go shopping
I do it for gang, yeah, they chain, I unlock it
Do it for money, you know I'mma profit
Thank you to granny, she gave to my pockets
I tell her "no stopping," I tell her "no stopping," no no (nah nah)
I tell her "no stopping," no no, I'mma sell for the low
And give to the bro, and give to the woes
You raise you a wise guy, I'm taking control

Ambition like a motherfucking fool
Working a f*ck ton 'til I motherfucking drop
I'm trying to be better I won't ever stop
The bullshit is food to my ears, In-N-Out
Talking up all that shit, I ain't gon back down
What the f*ck is wrong with you motherfucking clowns?
You pushing me into the sea but I won't ever drown
Got lungs like a shark, I come out and I chomp your ass out
Throwing you out and back in the water like
A motherfucking trout
I go for the eyes 'cause that's where you look down
I'm gonna rise up and put your ass to the ground
Trying to be loud, but I can't hear a sound
Keeping the arms out 'til I hit a damn crown
'Cause once I'mma hold it, I wont ever bow
Tryna be a fatass in Britain, yeah, a whole lotta pounds, huh,
Whole lotta pounds
Whole lotta cash, keep the damn clout
I don't want the clout
I just want power and cash

Mic on my stand the only one who understands
Was there when I was making sad songs 'bout the things in my past
I was hesitating to move on with the future, like damn
And the thing that I had was the pads and the keys in my lap
Make the 808 drum like the part of a band
And I'm shaking the room with the act of my craft
And I'm building the stash of the trap of the hats and the claps
And they can't have my flash, I'm the champ
Yeah, I'm the motherfucking champ
Yeah, I'm the motherfucking champ at producin' these tracks
You thinking the opposite? Nevermind that!

Nevermind that!
Nevermind that, nevermind that!
Nevermind that!
Nevermind that, nevermind that!

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