No Gloves by Jaron Lyrics
[Verse]
Got this feelin’ that I’m about to stack a mil-li-on
Got everybody reachin’
He teachin’ but they ain’t feelin’ ‘em
Sing boy
Preach to the choir
Hands to the ceiling yeah
The truth and living proof that I obsolete opposition
I sit neutral position
Been driven since power steerin’ yeah
You know I be training harder than ellipticals
Song make her drop down
Canton like the Spirituals
Young church boy bless ya life just like a miracle
Black as Cole he lyrical
Girl I’m not your type because you seem to like ‘em typical
And she won’t even peepin’ ‘til she checked out them residuals
Like how could something so B-I-G fit in this small body
Crack commandment 3 and 7
Ronald like the Isleys ahh
Ahh but there I go again though
I think the constant pressure is really boosting my ego
We pray to the Most High and I travel wherever He go
And Momma said keep pullin’ son it’s easy just like a free throws
In the QC 4 make you go 4 locos
WND & GBP the only logos
Back at home where niggas blast the 9s like Romo
I been comin’ with the hits too fast you might as well slow mo
[Verse]
The upper echelon apparently
I claim to be the apparatus actually
I oversee like balconies and shorty like to drop down praying like she on her knees
I only look to one Man ‘cause He’s the only reason we
Poppin’ like we them boys with static don’t you find in shockin’
Young Ron Hefner Christmas shoppin’ when she out them stockings
‘Cause I been makin’ plays & music that’ll fill them pockets
My flow on go, you just can’t stop it
I Mutombo, we fly like rockets
My head on strong she still gon’ top it
You’ll never ever find a single just like this in your pocket
But now I’m at the bag
Young bald fade hoop rings with rag
I know granny lookin’ down like baby don’t do that
But I gotta get right for all the wrongs I had
There I go
Gone don’t stop
Wait a lil
Sheesh, I think I made the world stop
On go like my clique
You a no show
Gone with the wind
And we win yeah
You know
Got this feelin’ that I’m about to stack a mil-li-on
Got everybody reachin’
He teachin’ but they ain’t feelin’ ‘em
Sing boy
Preach to the choir
Hands to the ceiling yeah
The truth and living proof that I obsolete opposition
I sit neutral position
Been driven since power steerin’ yeah
You know I be training harder than ellipticals
Song make her drop down
Canton like the Spirituals
Young church boy bless ya life just like a miracle
Black as Cole he lyrical
Girl I’m not your type because you seem to like ‘em typical
And she won’t even peepin’ ‘til she checked out them residuals
Like how could something so B-I-G fit in this small body
Crack commandment 3 and 7
Ronald like the Isleys ahh
Ahh but there I go again though
I think the constant pressure is really boosting my ego
We pray to the Most High and I travel wherever He go
And Momma said keep pullin’ son it’s easy just like a free throws
In the QC 4 make you go 4 locos
WND & GBP the only logos
Back at home where niggas blast the 9s like Romo
I been comin’ with the hits too fast you might as well slow mo
[Verse]
The upper echelon apparently
I claim to be the apparatus actually
I oversee like balconies and shorty like to drop down praying like she on her knees
I only look to one Man ‘cause He’s the only reason we
Poppin’ like we them boys with static don’t you find in shockin’
Young Ron Hefner Christmas shoppin’ when she out them stockings
‘Cause I been makin’ plays & music that’ll fill them pockets
My flow on go, you just can’t stop it
I Mutombo, we fly like rockets
My head on strong she still gon’ top it
You’ll never ever find a single just like this in your pocket
But now I’m at the bag
Young bald fade hoop rings with rag
I know granny lookin’ down like baby don’t do that
But I gotta get right for all the wrongs I had
There I go
Gone don’t stop
Wait a lil
Sheesh, I think I made the world stop
On go like my clique
You a no show
Gone with the wind
And we win yeah
You know