Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Help , by - Trae. Release date: 07.07.2008
Song language: English
No Help |
| 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 |