No Chances by Jemyle Jones Lyrics
Look...
Now the only way... We gonna control the virus...
Is by self quarantine
Don't touch me bitch!
Now this here ain’t nothing like ya used to
I dont give a fuck about fame streams or YouTube
I don’t give a fuck about hoes, whips or new shoes
If my daughter ain’t got food I’m making you stew
COOK COOK!
Chef’n with my apron I go ape let my nuts hang AH!
Meet Lagassi, bam bam posse
Fuck the Dram roll up broccoli
As a jit, we would pitch
Peddle on the strip, King Jaffe
My soul glowed before that jerry curl mockery
It’s funny, I met papi before I knew Papi
Knew shooters like McGavin, Chubbs had to watch me
Been flowing since Happy Gilmore was playing hockey
Big Daddy I piss on walls against all odds
I wipe my own ass with your tape it’s 2 ply soft
Spit at the camera and flex I go 2Pac hard
She bus it and get trained she a metro card
BACKDOOR!
I get her to booth the work, I get in the booth and work
I don’t even proof my work whatever I jot it works
Whenever I write a verse I’m planning to murk, prepare your grave or worse
I’m woke and it’s wake whenever I say ELO or Pure at first
Okay Now this here ain’t nothing like ya used to
Noooo
Middle Fingers I’m on that mood
Whooa
That means your fucking with an ass whole
What you thought we was homies, nah we ain’t that cool
BITCH!
Back up off me, back up off me FUCK THAT
Back up off me, back up off me CHILLL
Back up off me, back up off me EZZZ
Back up off me, back up off me!
Back up off me
Bitch you barely know me don’t make shit get awkward
Niggas swear they homies working in the same offices
Just dapping fists cough and that’s your coffin
This that Purell flow
No hand to hand we use elbows
Don’t ever hand me your cellphone
You got the memo you’d be working from home you said HELL YES
But ya spouse said HELL NO…
Now that’s scandalous
Quarantined the crib, can’t handle it
Hit food bazaar, shelves gone, ya’ll scavenging
Young savages, Dow Jones, low averages
Death rates vs. recovery, no comparison
Mass media, propaganda, people panicking
Pandemics, Election years... Pick a candidate
Check the pamphlet, then double check all your answers and
Wear gloves it’s tough love, take no chances
Okay Now this here ain’t nothing like ya used to
Noooo
Middle Fingers I’m on that mood
Whooa
That means your fucking with an ass whole
What you thought we was homies, nah we ain’t that cool
BITCH!
Back up off me, back up off me FUCK THAT
Back up off me, back up off me CHILLL
Back up off me, back up off me EZZZ
Back up off me, back up off me!
Now the only way... We gonna control the virus...
Is by self quarantine
Don't touch me bitch!
Now this here ain’t nothing like ya used to
I dont give a fuck about fame streams or YouTube
I don’t give a fuck about hoes, whips or new shoes
If my daughter ain’t got food I’m making you stew
COOK COOK!
Chef’n with my apron I go ape let my nuts hang AH!
Meet Lagassi, bam bam posse
Fuck the Dram roll up broccoli
As a jit, we would pitch
Peddle on the strip, King Jaffe
My soul glowed before that jerry curl mockery
It’s funny, I met papi before I knew Papi
Knew shooters like McGavin, Chubbs had to watch me
Been flowing since Happy Gilmore was playing hockey
Big Daddy I piss on walls against all odds
I wipe my own ass with your tape it’s 2 ply soft
Spit at the camera and flex I go 2Pac hard
She bus it and get trained she a metro card
BACKDOOR!
I get her to booth the work, I get in the booth and work
I don’t even proof my work whatever I jot it works
Whenever I write a verse I’m planning to murk, prepare your grave or worse
I’m woke and it’s wake whenever I say ELO or Pure at first
Okay Now this here ain’t nothing like ya used to
Noooo
Middle Fingers I’m on that mood
Whooa
That means your fucking with an ass whole
What you thought we was homies, nah we ain’t that cool
BITCH!
Back up off me, back up off me FUCK THAT
Back up off me, back up off me CHILLL
Back up off me, back up off me EZZZ
Back up off me, back up off me!
Back up off me
Bitch you barely know me don’t make shit get awkward
Niggas swear they homies working in the same offices
Just dapping fists cough and that’s your coffin
This that Purell flow
No hand to hand we use elbows
Don’t ever hand me your cellphone
You got the memo you’d be working from home you said HELL YES
But ya spouse said HELL NO…
Now that’s scandalous
Quarantined the crib, can’t handle it
Hit food bazaar, shelves gone, ya’ll scavenging
Young savages, Dow Jones, low averages
Death rates vs. recovery, no comparison
Mass media, propaganda, people panicking
Pandemics, Election years... Pick a candidate
Check the pamphlet, then double check all your answers and
Wear gloves it’s tough love, take no chances
Okay Now this here ain’t nothing like ya used to
Noooo
Middle Fingers I’m on that mood
Whooa
That means your fucking with an ass whole
What you thought we was homies, nah we ain’t that cool
BITCH!
Back up off me, back up off me FUCK THAT
Back up off me, back up off me CHILLL
Back up off me, back up off me EZZZ
Back up off me, back up off me!