M. Aristotle - No Thanks (Intro) lyrics

*a snippet of "what tomorrow may hold* (mikey's last album) plays before stopping and transitioning to the thanksfornothing intro* *dre biggz (east chain rep) talks sh** to the audience* Verse 1- Im guessing heartbreakin is the new thing A motto that my crew sings Im on my newest flows im so apollo wit my boo things Ridin down panola wit' a b**h that think im bout to make it She dont care about me She just cares if i'll be famous I mean thats life, u know the game dont trip just tie ya' laces U lose yourself until u find yourself amazing graces Im in a generation, of social media takin over a nameless nation, now i sound like im preaching Maybe these raps are boring Maybe u jus can't understand it to u this sh** is foreign Rosetta stone me, im jus tryna' get my paper good Shoutout to my brother wara from the neighbahood He k**in sh** He school me to da game, his meetings and every thing he thought was wack Schooled me and put the lawn chair in the middle of the culdesac Worrd Learning sh** n***a im still improving Ain't doin sh** that u used to, or what u still approving Im still eastside, thats where we makin moves on East chain tell a n***a put it on my tombstone Me and wili like snoop and dre back in 93' Criticize us, but n***as thats local, they idolize we But you'll never hear it over they breath I'm floatin up the stairs they busy trippin' over they steps Clean out ya ears, listen to ya peers, n***a know where u tryna go Ain't holdin back a message, im busy pushing the envelope But when u make it big they gon copy u, thats what i should know You'll prolly see a 100 me's like a kaleidoscope Dont give a f** about u rappers or ya publications Dont give a f** if i ain't the topic of ya conversations Cause other than me then u ain't talking bout' sh** Always printing out a list bout these n***as that dont exist Put me in the game and none of these rappers could co-exist The same people that slit u would try to sow back ya wrist I jus keep my distance, i stay in my circle, bedtime for u n***as, i hope u make curfew f**ing wit michael, boy dont make me hurt you, thats badluck for yo' luck, thats 10 years i curse you Woah Still saying sh** they didn't know, turn on me then and f** wit me now i swear they pitiful And if i sound bitter , s** a dick till ya hiccup Pick up the phone when u receive a call from a real n***a im here *transition* Verse 2- When them hearts be cold And u ease ya' soul And u relax ya mind n***a breathe control People balance out they problems When that weed exposed But if u bottle them up, it makes u seem emo This is therapy and i dont even mean kemo Its my way, no carlito, my mind blast think torpedos Criticized im sick and tired of these feelings, they call u soft wen u revealing like short speedos She wonder why i rap bitter, but left a n***a on his last for one of her x-men, magneto And wether my confession sales or im the best to fail The pressure make me hide my face like stefon from snl Can't breathe, aesmatic, ya'll all path-etic Too concencered bout ya' image yall n***as a**-thetic Get ya goals, go for it, low score, bad credit Getting brain like i'm in school tryna get my last credit Watch the kid, ya' can't afford a nany, too young can't afford a family But i'm meeting girls, tap em on the floor like orphan annie Dont wanna become a father off of those a**orted panties sh** will have me chefin in the kitchen like im gordan ramsey Either way i swear im bound to be gold, records bound to be sold, your truth is hard to behold If u doubted on me before, and said u better, thanks for bluffing Thanks for nothing now im bout to turn that nothing into something, uh (Palomino) It ain't nithing like that 404, 404, 404................