No Help

[Z-Ro:] Dont come around my way, cause
I dont need a
Nother fat weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve
Acting like you really my nigga, but he after my cheese
Yall niggaz get me congested, move around and let me breathe
I remember when you niggaz, aint want me to hit the weed
Now that Im 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
Yall didnt wanna kick it, when
I was down on my ass
In my cordoroy britches, yall was in
Louis Vatone
Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun
For using the millennium, or money by the ton
You niggaz aint help me get it,
I did it with no one
Fuck showing love back,
I aint showing none ( yall niggaz dont have to)
Come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes
Cause who the hell should
I support,
Ima still be straight
The less niggaz around me, the better
I can concentrate
When I came face straight, or open up my chest plate
It could be ya death date, get beside yourself
We aint 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 dont need no friend,
I dont need no broad
Only thing
I need, is the help of the good
Lord Trying to kick it, but motherfuckers sing to hard
Cause Ima 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 niggaz , get the steel with me
I can do bad one deep, so
I chill with heat (fuck yall niggaz) [Hook:]
I dont need no help my nigga,
I can do bad on my own
And I dont need no company lil mama, stop ringing my cellular phone
When I be down and out, nobody wanna come and kick it
Im a nobody, until
I can shine
So when my money is long,
I dont need nobody to visit
Leave me lonely, like you did last time [Trae:]
Im a asshole, and
I aint trying to be rude
But I dont really give a damn, about none of yall
You use to hate a nigga tough, from way back in the day
First off, fuck each and every one of yall
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 dont 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 aint 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
Aint 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 aint gon fail
Look at me now, and all the shit that
I sell Ima beat a nigga trunk off, coast to coast
And everybody who doubt that, can go to hell
Sometimes
Im right, sometimes
Im wrong
And I dont give a fuck, cause
Im in my zone
All that hate you got, it only make a nigga strong
So I like how it feel, when
Im left all alone [Hook] [Trae:]
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 niggaz fraud
And you know see
Trae, with his foot up on the gas a lot
Cause I dont trust you niggaz
Give me fifty feet, fore
I rush you niggaz
Move it around, cause
I dont fuck with you niggaz
To tell the truth,
Im allergic to you niggaz
Asshole for life, until a nigga fly
Nigga dont stop, better go on pass by
And hoes, dont call my cellular phone
The only thing, that yall know how to do is lie [Z-Ro:]
Why yall niggaz wanna rob wanna steal, that aint real
How the fuck
Ima kick it with you, you aint gon get me killed
I done seen a lot of blood, on the battlefield
Even though
Im tired,
I be climbing up the ladder still
Aint nobody words gon hurt me, even if they dessert me
Ima still be grubbing, and drink a drink when
Im thirsty
Just to be in my position, motherfuckers aint worthy
So they feminine conversations, dont even disturb me
Im a gangsta, dont need another nigga to grade me
If Im in trouble, dont need nobody to save me
Steady losing composure, like my kon folk
Trae be Ima handle my bidness , aint nobody else made me [Hook x2]