No Option (feat. Dyllo)

Momma, why they all acting like I owe them something? Been through the rain and pain but I'm the only one Who gave it my all until it came down to concealing guns Can't recognize where the problem's from So I look to the sky when I walk out at night I feel like the chosen one So imma stand up and fight Until the day I die, I stay true to me Could give a fuck about this jewelry, it just reminds me that Grim reaper in my dreams, dead prezzi's on my conscious If it ain't about a comma, then it's nonsense Stayed the same through the pain and the process Take it to my grave fore' I ever let the ops win On my soul, only settle for gold No option No option, tryna let 'em know that I'm a long way from taking it home I did this shit on my own I know I gotta be strong (Bitch you better know) I'm on y'all ass up in the booth I'm the goat, I can pick any bitch See the folks, know they see the growth I use to penny pinch Dollar and a dream, spittin' verses to that Many Men All I do is win Just a ordinary nigga, I never tie my laces The judge done learned my face and shit From bookoo people's statements You niggas like to rat and shit, I'll shoot y'all in y'all faces These bitches like to cap and shit, I'm solo till I make it Bet yo chick know who I are Got zaza in my jar My room look like a car I'm living like a star I'm clutching on this rod I'll bust this bitch on god Can't go back to the hood because the cops know every car Bet yo chick know who I are, yeah My room look like a car, yeah I'm clutching on this rod, yeah Know every car, yeah Grim reaper in my dreams, dead prezzi's on my conscious If it ain't about a comma, then it's nonsense Stayed the same through the pain and the process Take it to my grave fore' I ever let the ops win On my soul, only settle for gold No option No option, tryna let 'em know that I'm a long way from taking it home I did this shit on my own I know I gotta be strong (Bitch you better know) I got the reaper in my dreams I keep a heater, ain't a thing to see Us pushing cars, you ain't ever seen It ain't a thing to me Burning down woods, pushing more weight than a tug boat Hit the studio, blow off some steam, like a turbo Leave you bleeding, talking stupid like they jaw broke Counting money like I run shit, call me marathon man In a new whip on the highway going fast as I can Police get behind me knowing just who I am This the way I'm gonna be until the day I die I can't change who I am and I gotta king appetite Stay hungry, keepin' on until I own the shit Stay right when y'all been wrong Since day one I been on my own, still silencin' both phones, I been Grim reaper in my dreams, dead prezzi's on my conscious If it ain't about a comma, then it's nonsense Stayed the same through the pain and the process Take it to my grave fore' I ever let the ops win On my soul, only settle for gold No option No option, tryna let 'em know that I'm a long way from taking it home I did this shit on my own I know I gotta be strong Bitch you better know that Imma always be ahead of wherever you are Bitch you know my middle fingers up behind the tint of my car I walk around the city with my ice on Passing by you feel the cold front Stepping in the laces with the 5's on Remember the times when... No flex, but I always get the job done Paper checks done got my trigger finger grippin' like a python I might fall, but I'm knowin' Imma shake back I did it one time, ain't afraid of the relapse Yeah, Franklin's got me facing all my demons Nah, I ain't a killa, but don't push me and I mean it