Taysty - No Apologies lyrics

[Intro] Whoa, no apologies I'm a smoker see I'm smoking broccoli I'm f**ing two b**hes and they not with me They eat each other's p**y while they smoking pot with me Yeah, I'm feeling so much blessings, must thank God on me Know some rappers out there wan' put that red dot on me But we show up at the spot and bring a lot of cheese We not whipping at the pot just don't work logically [Verse 1] Destiny done called me up, this here my prophecy First time Birdman hit my phone, said, "Ain't no stoppin' me" Say you've been spazzing way too long Boy, come get down with the clique I call Pimpin' up like, "What you think?" He told me, "That's the lick" I hit 305, I pour me a lil Duc' off at the strip I been rapping for a couple years, it feel like this a trip Y'all gon' lie about the bricks I don't do that sh**, I could give a damn You acting tough, I'm just f**ing hoes off Instagram I pa**ed the bar, haters talk, gotta get it, fam I'm in a Rolls, Royce, you a Honda Civic man What's your plan of action? I came in an Aston Got that AP on my wrist, it's cla**ic, you ain't hard, you plastic I'm Orlando Magic [Hook] No apologies All our dope sell and I'm smoking broccoli Know some rappers out there wan' put that red dot on me We just out here doing all that sh** we gotta be I'm smoking big Get the check, no apologies, whoa On my set, smoking broccoli Rappers dead, better body beef On my head, where I gotta be [Verse 2] Yeah, rappers hate, wanna pop at me But I left, out of the city there's a lot to see When I come back 'round, they always wanna ride with me I guess they realized all that hatin' ain't gon' stop a G You switched the sides, I could not believe it I'm with Baby on a yacht and your dot recedin' On the clock, yo' clock is ticking and yo' stock is bleedin' You was saying you was winning, I could not believe it I'm f**ing two hoes at the same time at the telly, feel like Nas Got me a lil Cuban b**h, she import me cigars I'm burning so much money, someone go and get the guards I crashed up on a Gixxer bike, survive and beat the odds My old man told me that the only thing we got is scars So here I am with all of mine, I'm counting, living large I ain't even drop a mixtape, I was known for serving bars Had to get f**ed over just to learn to read the clause But it's cool, I'm seeing stars [Hook] No apologies All our dope sell and I'm smoking broccoli Know some rappers out there wan' put that red dot on me We just out here doing all that sh** we gotta be I'm smoking big Get the check, no apologies, whoa On my set, smoking broccoli Rappers dead, better body beef On my head, where I gotta be