No Jewelry Lyrics – Belly Gang Kushington

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[Intro]
Ayy, one thing a rap n!gga couldn’t ever be is like me, n!gga
Don’t none of this s*it make me, n!gga
I put these cars up, n!gga, I put these clothes up
N!gga, I take this jewelry off right now, n!gga
You know what I’m saying?

[Verse]
N!gga, this how I rap without no jewelry
N!gga, I hope this ho I nutted in cum on her period
N!gga had called me white, I think he fooled by my appearance
I really had wanted to get that n!gga killed, but it ain’t that serious
N!gga, I still got pounds left from back when I used to trap, who wanna buy?
N!gga, I still be paying a tester to test the coke, who wanna try?
She wanna fu*k me with my ice on, her clothes, she come up out it
Lights off, it’s still so bright in the room, I still can see her body
Peepholes, screen doors, n!gga, I still can see up out it
Make her young n!gga work the spot, I put the trap in autopilot
Man, my brother back in the pen, they tryna say he caught a body
Now we tryna get a appeal, I don’t fu*k with Bill Cosby
I don’t fu*k around when it come to these bricks, I already got a connect
Plug mailing work to the spot, I already got a address
N!gga, I already got a Patek, n!gga, I already gotta finesse
I’ma keep selling work, I’m one of them n!ggas they gotta arrest
I’m one of them n!ggas they gotta protect, all of my shooters got a vest
I been buying bodies lately, all of my b!tches got a chest
All of my pieces got a baguette, all of my features got a Rolex
All of my b!tches mad when I don’t be answering the phone, they gotta be stressed
They be calling back to back to back to back, I gotta reject
N!gga, I came from doing fraud and selling crack, I got a reflex
N!gga, every b!tch page I click on say “follow back”
N!gga, every duffel bag I put on got a hundred racks
N!gga, all this work I’m finna drop on the stove is coming back
N!gga, my mama left me for dead, I do not feel like Kyla Pratt
I do not feel like Proud Family, Oscar Proud, yeah, all of that
N!gga, I came from grandma beating my ass for all that talking back
N!gga, I came from walking without my bros and all us walking back

N!gga, I came from scamming in them stores trying not to get caught in the act
N!gga, I came from all of the crack, n!gga, the game is calling me back
N!gga, the game is calling me back, n!gga, the game is calling me back
N!gga, the game is calling me back, I done got famous, I don’t need that
So many people is calling me white, so many people is calling me black, white boy

[Outro]
They gon’ say what they want to anyways, n!gga, fu*k ’em
Putting my motherfu*king jewelry back on, n!gga