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"NO HESI"
(feat. Huey Briss & Nana)
No hesitation, I'mma get checks
No weight, probably why you on the bench press
Big stress, but I passed the lit test
Keep the 4-5 with me, that's my sixth sense
Bulletproof the Benz, play some loose ends
Can't stop the rain once the homies move in
You be hanging on a string, you could lose limbs
Bro shot the whole party, Johnny Nunez
I could bust your bubble, but I'll let it float
It's not about what you think, it's about what I know
I paid the price so you could hear this audio
Nеver had to push, but we finish what we startеd though
Still the hardest, bro, well as far as he know
I love this shit regardless because my heart is for the people
I was never supposed to win, this shit is evil
I was heading for the pen on some Teezo shit
No hesi
No hesi
Like no hesitation, you dig
Look, no hesi
Two-tone presi
Like a dirty room, you niggas be moving messy
Like the soccer player, your women be moving Messi
These rappers all jokes, remind me of Druski and Desi
In Brooklyn with my nigga Marcus, sagging to the deli
We both about the Benjamins like Bucum and Reggie
Some girl ask what time I was born to check my horoscope
I told her I don't know, I just know I was born ready
No hesitation, had minimum education
Still quick to cut you off like a decapitation
Mirror right in front of them making my haters face it
Like a COVID symptom, the moves you making are tasteless
Shout out to Jonah Berger, read his book "Contagious"
Rapping with my brother Briss, you know it's long awaited
We got 'em sitting patient like when your phone is updating
I heard the throne is vacant, tell them I'm coming to take it
It's Price
I'mma do it with no hesi
No hesi
We do it with no hesi, you ready?
Said, are y'all really ready?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got precision like a desert eagle
John Wick shit, I even got a better sequel
We the real thang, homie, we ain't never equal
You don't feel safe unless you walk with hella people
No hesi, the goat ready, the coat heavy
If you ain't ready, you ending up with a broke levy
Mama told me it's Queens only and no Becky's
Whether it's Yaya or Becky, these women is so messy
I like brunch and dark skins with sundresses
Her friends are all tens, the fun section
She know she bad, glisten when the sun catching
Wilding out like Nick Cannon in the drums section
Stay ready, LA get me, the bay bless me
I don't wanna hear what you think of me if you ain't met me
Living up to the hype, nigga, I ain't Wemby
I'm coming for blood, they them BK sent me
Like vinyl that's off the needle, nigga, let's get the record straight
I been applying pressure, never will I hesitate
Overly calculated, every shot I delegate
I put them all to sleep and send them straight to heaven's gates
With K's in both hands, the wingspan is 7'8
I'm pure hearted, give them just for heaven's sake
I jump on beats, close my eyes as I levitate
As squad, I sub-par rap niggas and defecate
For every night that I swear cried, then I bled sincerely to every one of
You niggas I'm on your head
Don't cross the line, you a couple steps from the red
Like the other end of X, my nigga, you on a thread
I'm fundamentally sound, boy, it's back to the basics
A couple weeks off the grid, it's back to the matrix
Where everyone's running from the problems they face with
Where bitches fake happy, that shit is fake rich
I signed my first deal, I was still pocketing stimmys
I'm nothing like you industry frauds, you just don't get me
The whole shit is stand up, dammit, that's just not in me
King Briss Price and Kota, my nigga, we far from friendly, my God
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