Tom MacDonald - No Response lyrics

I'm the rapper that these
Other rappers jealous of i made more off CDs
Than rappers who are sellin' drugs
True story, every single aspect independent
I got texts from presidents of major
Labels I ain't read yet
Told my manager I'd knock him out
And he was like the homie
Then I fired him, if you're
Watchin' this, I'm sorry, dawg, au revoir
I don't need nobody's help
It's me and Nova by ourselves
"Come here, babe", this is the entire team
Nobody else i conceptualize, produce
And write like every record
Me and Nova work the hooks
Then they're mixed and mastered by Evan
This is homegrown, shout out all the rappers
Who have thrown stones
I'ma die rich while your casket
Full of broke bones i ain't gon' respond to


All your disses, look, i get it
Your videos get no views
You say my name and people click it
But I'm different
You need clout and you're desperate
To make a livin'
But my bank account already full
I counted seven digit's like

Fuck y'all, attack me with disses
Attract all the critics
I'll laugh at predictions
Surpass all the limit's
The whacker the rapper
The more he's angered by the
Fact that I'm winnin'
I'm stackin' the millions
It's tragic to witness like
Cancer in children
Ayy, no playlist, no paid clicks
No fake shit
Rappers call me gay 'cause my braids pink
Your main bitch, go crazy, so wasted
Front row at my show, I'm her favorite
I'm famous
They basically hate that I made it
Get paid more in a day than
They claim on they paycheck
I'm patient, but say my name
Again, I ain't playin'
I'll buy the place that you're stayin'
Then raise the rent 'til the space
In your parents' basement is vacant

They call me privileged
Y'all can't admit that I'm gifted
I did it without a label's assistance
I made the business decisions
I overcame the addictions, lived
In the streets, got evicted
Kicked it with killers and strippers
But still my vision was different
I bought a mic, started spittin'
Produced the beats and I mixed it
I turned my hand into a fist and
Flipped a bird to the system
I prayed I'd finish my mission
And keep my image consistent
I fixed the parts that were missin' and
Switched the gas and the pistons
It's mathematics and physics
I had to travel the distance
I had to add some ambition
And then subtract my suspicions
I wanted castles and riches
Headed for caskets or prisons
I battled glasses of liquor and
Cabinets packed with prescriptions

And still these fuckin' rappers
Wanna sneak diss
All over my Facebook, always tryna tweet shit
I ain't gonna keep this a secret
My marketing genius
The algorithm triggered by
Exploiting your weakness
And y'all can call me clickbait and gimmicks
I call me rich
A million monthly listens on Spotify
Suck my dick i'm about to drop a couple
Million dollars on a crib
Quarter million on a whip
I just sent my mom a grip
And first of all, I heard it all
I could write a perfect song
I Google the net worth of rappers
Hating and I don't respond
Middle finger from a private jet
I don't give a single flyin' fuck
Every single person I have
Met: pussy in person, on Twitter they tough

Yo, if rappers wanna beef
I got the roast pan
Put 'em in the dirt like a fuckin' UFO crash
Double-time rappers mad I murder
It with slow raps all they do is go fast
Turn 'em to some ghost with the most facts
Slow clap
Pullin' triggers quickly with no blowback
Crackin' under pressure like a cold glass
No fence jealous that I rose fast
Y'all are on the rollback
Look at your career: it's a joke, man
Promise that I won't laugh
Say you got the smoke, can't afford gas
Oh man, so sad
You record your album in a closet
Full of clothes with a notepad
Strong on the outside, muscles
With no bone mass, ha ha ha

Let's look at me for a second
Man I was deep in depression
Makin' me weak and pathetic
I thought I needed they blessin's
It leaves an impression
I feel the infection repeating the lessons
Would only lead to me and
That's a lethal injection
And I was chasin' the dragon
With no medieval invention
I'd go to sleep and dream my life would
Be for me if I catch it
I let my demons possess me 'til
I woke up in a wreckage
And realized that I destroyed a
Whole cathedral of blessin's
It's like my feet were magnetic
The street was steel, we connected
I couldn't seem to reach the sky
No matter how far I'm stretchin'
And I was beaten to death and
Screamin' for help for a second
Now I put everything I bleed
Into completing my records
I can't compete with my past
But I'm still seekin' the relics
And I believe with every breath I breathe
The sequel is better no fear or surrender
I'm clear of the pressure
The tears I remember will never let me
Forget I was near to the devil
I never claimed to be holy
But I got angels' protection
I got a barbed wire halo and
Devil horns I don't mention
Yeah, the Lord is my savior, but shit
Revenge is so temptin'
I don't expect to see heaven
If that's the case, i respect it

'Cause I tried to cage the beast
But it's woken up the broken locks
I'm crushin' everything I see like
Empty cans of soda pop
Your titties on your knees like a
Grandma who don't own a bra
Put a bullet in your head like
Words you only spoke to God
I'm rowing through an ocean all
Alone inside an open box
Frozen from the blowing snow and
Soaking through my only socks
Y'all noticed me and chose the heat
So now the water's boiling hot
You hoped I'd croak, I'm dope
And coke don't crack, it turn to solid rock
Ayy, I ain't talkin' to you losers
Like you know the cops
I'm rich and that ain't bad for a
Kid who couldn't hold a job
Budget-brand rappers, all that Gucci fake
I own a lot you can't afford the way I live
You trying to control the cause
Whoa, I'm in solo mode
Your promo won't affect the drop
Artists that you promo don't have clout
The photo likes are bought
Try to put me in the dirt
I'll thrive like you are growing pot
You prototypes are hurt, y'all need work
Let me open shop
Y'all don't understand me like
A burner phone, it's coded talk
You'll never see my POV
Like you don't know the Go-Pro off
Make sure that the drone is on slow-mo
So when y'all get shot
The footage captures every single moment
While your corpses rot
Shoot it all on Rokinons
Touch it up in Photoshop
Upload it to YouTube with a
Donate button for your mom so alarmed
Y'all could never reach me
With those broken arms
Untouchable as alcoholics' wallets at
An open bar
Unbreakable Da Vinci Code embedded in
Like most my songs gang is full of animals
You'd think my home is Noah's Ark
Past is full of broken hearts
Opponents that I've blown apart
My logo on the stove
I let it smolder 'til they know the mark

While y'all were finding Nemo
I composed a team of total sharks
Hid inside the reef and chiseled
Teeth 'til they were over-sharp
Y'all fishy rappers went to sleep to
Dream of coral seas and stars
We silently and violently reminded
Y'all the ocean's dark
Lordy, I really feel sorry
For your corny bars
Maybe you'll improve and this is
Setting up your story arc
I am more like Iron Man
You are more like Tony Stark you're human
I'm a Robo-suit equipped with
Guns and poison darts
Chokin' y'all to death like I am
Homer home alone with Bart i wish, I wish
I wish you fucking would
On every glowing star core is hard
High-performance parts from a pro garage
All I see is smoke and sparks
Every time your motor starts

What more you got in store for me?
Your death threats were ghost stories
And what's next gon' be painful
Ha, gravestones