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No Features Video (MV)




Performed By: aka Terreek
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Terreek MaBra




aka Terreek - No Features Lyrics
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I just dropped a album last year with no features
Lot of you lil boys rolling with some eaters
In my hood they play my songs on every speaker
Trippin if you wanna rob a nigga for his sneakers
I be yellin in my room feelin all this pressure
Leave the crib gotta grab my Glock off of my dresser
Middle of the winter don't want blood on my sweater
You liking all my music thank you but it is my pleasure
You think I have a godplex cause I am a treasure
Beat you in everything I'm not guessing that I'm better
If that doesn't prove it tell my how we can measure
Arguments now just turns to a lecture
You think your shot is nice brodie mine is wetter
Broke ass niggas gettin they car towed by a wrecker
Alumni game talkin shit to some hecklers
Shoot my shot leave ya goofy ass on the stretcher
Puttin pressure on these niggas, are you listenin
Tryna act like I'm not here, are you kiddin
Say I sound like lil baby, y'all all bickerin
I say listen closely you should really hear the difference
Tellin you I'm In my own lane don't act surprised
Fightin for my way is like fightin for women's rights
Gettin rich but in the process I might die
AKA on my chain I just copped some new ice
I just dropped a album last year with no features
Lot of you lil boys rolling with some eaters
In my hood they play my songs on every speaker
Trippin if you wanna rob a nigga for his sneakers
I be yellin in my room feelin all this pressure
Leave the crib gotta grab my Glock off of my dresser
Middle of the winter don't want blood on my sweater
You liking all my music thank you but it is my pleasure
I got.... Too many friends
They say I switch up when I pull up in a Benz
Family ties don't be playin with my kids
My private life isn't really none of your biz-ness
The shit I got you got on your wish-list
We don't get along we got different in-tresests
Seein my greatness glad you all wit-nessed
God told me I can't die until I'm fin-ished
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I just dropped a album last year with no features
Lot of you lil boys rolling with some eaters
In my hood they play my songs on every speaker
Trippin if you wanna rob a nigga for his sneakers
I be yellin in my room feelin all this pressure
Leave the crib gotta grab my Glock off of my dresser
Middle of the winter don't want blood on my sweater
You liking all my music thank you but it is my pleasure
You think I have a godplex cause I am a treasure
Beat you in everything I'm not guessing that I'm better
If that doesn't prove it tell my how we can measure
Arguments now just turns to a lecture
You think your shot is nice brodie mine is wetter
Broke ass niggas gettin they car towed by a wrecker
Alumni game talkin shit to some hecklers
Shoot my shot leave ya goofy ass on the stretcher
Puttin pressure on these niggas, are you listenin
Tryna act like I'm not here, are you kiddin
Say I sound like lil baby, y'all all bickerin
I say listen closely you should really hear the difference
Tellin you I'm In my own lane don't act surprised
Fightin for my way is like fightin for women's rights
Gettin rich but in the process I might die
AKA on my chain I just copped some new ice
I just dropped a album last year with no features
Lot of you lil boys rolling with some eaters
In my hood they play my songs on every speaker
Trippin if you wanna rob a nigga for his sneakers
I be yellin in my room feelin all this pressure
Leave the crib gotta grab my Glock off of my dresser
Middle of the winter don't want blood on my sweater
You liking all my music thank you but it is my pleasure
I got.... Too many friends
They say I switch up when I pull up in a Benz
Family ties don't be playin with my kids
My private life isn't really none of your biz-ness
The shit I got you got on your wish-list
We don't get along we got different in-tresests
Seein my greatness glad you all wit-nessed
God told me I can't die until I'm fin-ished
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Writer: Terreek MaBra
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