Snowgoons, Reef the Lost Cauze, O.C., Wordsworth, Rasco - No Guts No Glory lyrics
[Snowgoons, Reef the Lost Cauze, O.C., Wordsworth, Rasco - No Guts No Glory lyrics]
Snowgoons, one two heheahahaha, uhh
Yeah? yeah
Yo, feast your eyes, two double oh-five
While two double oh-six is here
My energy be for all to accept and hear
I'm not ashamed for the ten
Years plus in that game, won't refrain
OC, speak my mind cause I ain't no lame
Never defendin, creates my own lane
Long live the saga
With a clear slate clear head these days
Works for hire, possible if I'm prepaid
Welcome me back
Give a toast to my libido flow
Similar to sex sperm from my urethra
Friction, give off heat like a fever
Good lucks for those who wish
I don't need it much to my amazement
Or should I say that I'm not surprised
I still reside in the basement
Wit's and charm is what bless this tongue
Along with the mind state for
Me to write these songs uhh
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive
No these young rappers in the game
Ain't got nuttin for me
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive
No
Dead in the middle of Germany
Puffin herbally
Observe me as I absurdably murder beats
Verbally to the third degree
I ain't no nerd or freak, I'm the word
The streak
That word Sharif, peace, nice to meet
I need a, mic to eat, a track to bash
Your shit is wack, it's trash
I just have to ask
You just playin right? You can't be tryin
I'll blow you the fuck away like a dandelion
Be a man c'mon now, you can't be cryin'
My next album six figures or
I shan't be signin'
I'm so independent I'll go independent
Get dough independent, I smoke independents
The most mentally ill, so gifted and real
The spit that can kill
Pick up the mic it's like
I lift up the steel
Aim it at your temple, now how that feel?
It hurts like a motherfucker don't it?
Now bow down and kneel
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive
No these young rappers in the game
Ain't got nuttin for me
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive
No
Look, yo
Man I'm back for it, it's the black poet
Sit down spit rhymes just to
Get the stacks flowin'
You cats ain't knowin'
Man I'm back for revenge
The real shit, never had to pretend
Shatter your shins
Nigga go and gather your ends
Call your friends
Forgivin' you for all your sins
It all begins, right here
Makin it quite clear it's twenty oh-six
Make sure it's the right year
To your right ear, or your left lobe
Still swingin hard
Then watch a nigga's chest fold
Get this dress code, I spit the best flows
No cat better than Ras to stack cheddar
You all falsetto with no bass and no taste
Bring it to you live at sunrise at yo' place
I give 'em no space, we on a dough chase
Niggas can't get it cause they
Movin at a slow pace
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive
No these young rappers in the game
Ain't got nuttin for me
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive
No
Yeah, Dick Swan in the building
Snowgoons, live
Yeah? yeah
Yo, feast your eyes, two double oh-five
While two double oh-six is here
My energy be for all to accept and hear
I'm not ashamed for the ten
Years plus in that game, won't refrain
OC, speak my mind cause I ain't no lame
Never defendin, creates my own lane
Long live the saga
With a clear slate clear head these days
Works for hire, possible if I'm prepaid
Welcome me back
Give a toast to my libido flow
Similar to sex sperm from my urethra
Friction, give off heat like a fever
Good lucks for those who wish
I don't need it much to my amazement
Or should I say that I'm not surprised
I still reside in the basement
Wit's and charm is what bless this tongue
Along with the mind state for
Me to write these songs uhh
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive
No these young rappers in the game
Ain't got nuttin for me
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive
No
Dead in the middle of Germany
Puffin herbally
Observe me as I absurdably murder beats
Verbally to the third degree
I ain't no nerd or freak, I'm the word
The streak
That word Sharif, peace, nice to meet
I need a, mic to eat, a track to bash
Your shit is wack, it's trash
I just have to ask
You just playin right? You can't be tryin
I'll blow you the fuck away like a dandelion
Be a man c'mon now, you can't be cryin'
My next album six figures or
I shan't be signin'
I'm so independent I'll go independent
Get dough independent, I smoke independents
The most mentally ill, so gifted and real
The spit that can kill
Pick up the mic it's like
I lift up the steel
Aim it at your temple, now how that feel?
It hurts like a motherfucker don't it?
Now bow down and kneel
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive
No these young rappers in the game
Ain't got nuttin for me
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive
No
Look, yo
Man I'm back for it, it's the black poet
Sit down spit rhymes just to
Get the stacks flowin'
You cats ain't knowin'
Man I'm back for revenge
The real shit, never had to pretend
Shatter your shins
Nigga go and gather your ends
Call your friends
Forgivin' you for all your sins
It all begins, right here
Makin it quite clear it's twenty oh-six
Make sure it's the right year
To your right ear, or your left lobe
Still swingin hard
Then watch a nigga's chest fold
Get this dress code, I spit the best flows
No cat better than Ras to stack cheddar
You all falsetto with no bass and no taste
Bring it to you live at sunrise at yo' place
I give 'em no space, we on a dough chase
Niggas can't get it cause they
Movin at a slow pace
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive
No these young rappers in the game
Ain't got nuttin for me
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive
No
Yeah, Dick Swan in the building
Snowgoons, live