Erick Rush - No Apologies lyrics

(Chorus) Vodka straight up out the bottles They be like, "No way, he didn't!" (ooh, No way no he didn't!) I can't go back home with no apologizes You know how riders be, I'm out here wildin' They be like, "he didn't!" (oooh, No way no he didn't!) I'm Making mission, look how they get offended (No way, No he didn't) A 150 flying down the henday (No way no he didn't) They hated Jesus look how he still ascended (No way no he didn't) The sh** you started look how I'm finna end it (no way no he didn't) No way.. [Verse 1:] There's a whole Lotta changes Since I been back in the city My brand recognition has risen, I got some decisions to make I got some more pictures to take, I got more visions to create I'm out here moving at ridiculous paces Aiming at the middle of your faces Faster than a speeding bullet My writing hand is filled wit bullets My writing pen I feed it bullets So every line you feel the bullets I'm a bad modasocka, Tryna get a million dollas Yo b**h is in here flying saucers I gave her haze and told her rollup Everything else was bonus She was licking the staff and the gonads She was lipsincing verses and chorus's Asked to play some more Rush, told her go nuts I been k**in on a whole nother level, 360 degrees I been sinning to a whole nother devil, all just to get me some cheese All off the strength of this heat All my n**gaz they banking on me I got n***as who'll bang it for me They was there when I barely could eat I got leftover lean in my fridge like you got leftover liquor I got leftover roaches in my ashtray and a leftover swisher (Chorus) [Verse:2] I fell asleep to Alan watts Then I woke up feeling like a boss I dun woken up my inner gods I should open up a synagogue I should open up a church maybe, even open up a mosque You just need to hear my verse Baby, say you heard it from the Lord I'm a hustler check the footage , I don't know how else to put it I don't know how long I've had a foot in Now I'm bout to juug the other foot in Kicking doors down, plenty more crowns, plenty go around Let 'em copy I got plenty more styles Didn't think I'd see this many more smiles Miles (x5) I'm a hundred miles and running Let em doubt Doubt (x5), I'm the one they should be worryin' about Bout, bout, bow! bow! bow! Nother man down , Gotta stand ground Kicking flav' in front so many fans now South, south, SOUTHSIDE I chant out All off the strength of this heat All my n**gaz they banking on me I got n***as who'll bang it for me They was there when I barely could eat I got leftover lean in my fridge like you got leftover liquor I got left over roaches in my ashtray and a leftover swisher (Chorus)