The Underachievers - No Detectives

Niggas love to scream at players
While they sitting in the rafters
Step, reveal and get embarrassed
Like when Cass ripped up Disaster
I'm like half Marilyn Manson
Other half a young scholastic
Arrogance of Sid Vicious, confidence of Young Mick Jagger
I be rolling stone, rest in piece to Peep whoever overdosed
We third and goal, I'm Brady off the snap
You know we going home, since last year been in my zone
Give all hell, no cortisone,
That nigga pops, his weakness shows
The cold heat will let him know
Twisted off the 'yac, while twisting up the pack
Used to cop it by the half P, and move it in the trap
My nigga Juice had the weight
That nigga put us on the map
Don't let the colored hair fool you, nigga
Live with the strap
You can see it in the scars
Could've died to be rich or went to jail and did a bid
While just trying to make a flip
Used to push weight in crack cars
Since nigga was a kid
My lil' homie caught a charge
And we ain't seen him ever since

I got two hoes for the night
Shout out to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I'm breaking lights
Soldiers close, I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

Drop the location
Pull up in spaceship like its an invasion
AK a starter, you on the bench waiting
Internet beefin' then step to the pavement
Niggas retreat before we get to spraying
Just like a roach but I strike you like Raiden (uh)
I get the bag and I stack it up, stack it up
That be the simple equation (uh)
Took me a Mario mushroom and leveled up
Lord be witness my niggas shoot heaven up
I don't do regular, hot like a nebula (uh)
She gave me top and I severed her
I be the alien and I'm the predator (uh)
Watch me clear out the perimeter
Niggas talk loud but inside they be feminine
Open the cabinet the reefer my medicine (uh)
Hate when they see me like nemesis
I keep it humble and reap all the benefits
She getting loose for the hell of it
I'm wearing Prada you know what that represent
She throwing it back she competitive
Soon as I hit it she losing her membership
I had to VS my tennises
Now my shit hittin' like Venus and Tennis hit

I got two hoes for the night
Shout out to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I'm breaking lights
Soldiers close, I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

I got two hoes for the night
Shout out to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I'm breaking lights
Soldiers close, I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

Written by:
Akeem Joseph, Marlon Fung

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC (pub:2)

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