Lyrics No Courtesy - Hardo, Chevy Woods

No Courtesy

I’m always rapping about the pain, cause dawg that’s all that I know
Feds done raded, took your chains now you at
Kids end up getting slain, ain’t got no courtesy, no
I been missing you like crazy, it’s hard to let go
revoked
Playing, that was part of my growth
Slide for bro
bring it fasho
It ain’t no practice, only game time, so you better not choke
The 30's got a lotta I don’t need all that though
I just need 2 out the rifle, I be getting up close
washing my clothes
I put ice all in the ring, froze
I’m the realest in the game, dawg if you know then you know
the culture, best thing I did was taking my notes
Pull up on folks
223's on his coat
Wasn’t no goat
The OG’s went to jail and went broke
A dab of gunsmoke
No outcomes in a positive note
Curticy no
no curticy no
But I keep that G lock on me for emergency though
could change if I start from 0
birdys of that caine
We done really busting brains, so don’t post pics
We really test your aim,
At the stove the last 3 days I got the same old clothes
Most these niggas they ain’t real ones
came up
I had these clothes on for 3 days, I gotta tell the truth
out they mind
Don’t need new friends, I just need my niggas
These niggas talking like they run the city
Knowing damb well they ain’t been out the city
I can’t wait for mine, I gotta go get it
I looked up to my older cousin jumped in it
I pray to god I get my food in the morning
When I go to sleep
Ain’t seen her in a minute
she was on fleek
with my dawgs
Now you know we want it all
The hood love when I talk that street shit
on me and I ain’t peep it
Don’t know the nigga, but he was on creep shit
I know the man upstairs saved my life
Killed his cousin, and he told me only death gon make that right
Meditated if I took that flight
We the type who do that homework, and think on site
Man bang that right
Pull up right in fromt that nigga
gon bite
Still throwing up our sets until we laying on ice
Used to stand back of his bike
We still poppin at your dreads, put an end to your hype
I was posted up on 60, real ones sending me kites
Said you gotta wait, you really living this life
Just talked about it with your
Now you sitting in the pen
I’m always rapping about the pain, cause dawg that’s all that I know
Feds done raded, took your chains now you at
Kids end up getting slain, ain’t got no courtesy, no
I been missing you like crazy, it’s hard to let go