No More (feat. Olu)

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Avey Carter

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Brothers told me never trust a soul
Yeah that's gold (Yea, that's gold)
All that fake shit is gettin old 
Cause we know (Bitch boy, we know)
I remember doing favors for the low (Right for the low)
Not no more (Aye aye) (Yuh yuh)
Not no more

Brothers told me never trust a soul
Yeah that's gold (Yea, that's gold)
All that fake shit is gettin old 
Cause we know (Bitch boy, we know)
I remember doing favors for the low (Right for the low)
Not no more (Aye aye) (Yuh yuh)
Not no more

(Woo, aye)
I reached the point in my life (My life)
Couldn't take no more shit (No shit)
Kept getting pushed to the side (Yuh)
Had to take some more risks (Aye)
I fell in love wit the strides 
Check the progression of me (Me)
Making the work look light (Look light)
Niggas still wanna copy 
And they call for a favor
And I gotta tell em
I can't do unless it's paid for
Still get done dirty 
I don't know what I stay for 
Prolly cause I ready put in tha labor
5 years woulda thought that I made it 
Only 21 I got some more growing (Two, one)
Head on a swivel cause enemies showing (Yuh)
Who they is (Woo)
Like I already had an idea (Idea)
Niggas confirming my fears (My fears)
Really I don't fear nothin (No no)
Don't waste no more time on my peers
Unless you got money for me (Cash)
Cause I need the checks growing (Growing)
Ion gotta flex show it, aye
I been that boy know it, yuh

Brothers told me never trust a soul
Yeah that's gold (Yea, that's gold)
All that fake shit is gettin old 
Cause we know (Bitch boy, we know)
I remember doing favors for the low (Right for the low)
Not no more (Aye aye) (Yuh yuh)
Not no more

Brothers told me never trust a soul
Yeah that's gold (Yea, that's gold)
All that fake shit is gettin old 
Cause we know (Bitch boy, we know)
I remember doing favors for the low (Right for the low)
Not no more (Aye aye) (Yuh yuh)
Not no more

Not no more
Not no more, aye
Can't go back for those, aye
I can't hold no hands, aye
Can't disrupt my bands, aye
Busy man I got work lil nigga
only make time for the fam, go figure
Bouta get hot with the heat of the summer
Body might drop when this hit your speaker, aye
Me no lease 
Hate when talk is cheap
Cool up in my house, but steady talking in my streets (Wait what)
Yeah I peeped
It's aight you see
Now you washed up, super clean
And soon you'll see me like a throwback
Hubba bubba on these platforms
On your screen with diamond grills on 
Caught a body off of rap songs
Cause I'm usually steady buzzin'
You done missed it cause you flexin'
Don't hit me up when yo shit gone
I'll be mobbin with my parntas
You can go head, get the hell on
Swerve 

Brothers told me never trust a soul
Yeah that's gold (Yea, that's gold)
All that fake shit is gettin old 
Cause we know (Bitch boy, we know)
I remember doing favors for the low (Right for the low)
Not no more (Aye aye) (Yuh yuh)
Not no more

Brothers told me never trust a soul
Yeah that's gold (Yea, that's gold)
All that fake shit is gettin old 
Cause we know (Bitch boy, we know)
I remember doing favors for the low (Right for the low)
Not no more (Aye aye) (Yuh yuh)
Not no more

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