No Deal [Acoustic]

Mmm, oh, yeah
No deal

Thinkin' about my life and how far a nigga came
Thinkin' about my life and mistakes a nigga made
Steady duckin' the reaper, everybody got a day (grrah)
Hopefully I'll be ready for it (yeah, yeah)
Uh, I told 'em my dreams, they ain't believe this
I can't lie, even I couldn't of seen this
On the bus stop, getting high out of my brain
Headphones in, listen to Kevin Gates say
"Shooting star, shooting star"
Rapper with a pistol, that made me a shooting star
All across the globe, three hundred thousand dollar shows
Was I supposed to get this far?
This shit so crazy how these hoes tryna plot on me
These niggas hatin', want my spot, sendin' shots at me
Fuck with Sosa, Ghetto, Spec and Tee
Oh, you must ain't know them boys gon' park the car, jump out on feet
Won't you pay a nigga back for saving ya life
I don't know yet but I'ma make it right
I'm tryna ball, niggas tryna take my life
Tell you what'll make a gangster change his life
What'll make a gangster change his life, yeah, yeah
When he go to sleep with millions in his bank
And he wake up in the morning, see his daughter face
Broke as a joke, when we was down, we was fine
Achieve my dreams now my life on the line
"No deal," I need twenty every time
I ain't comin' to Europe if I can't bring my .45
"No deal," I need twenty every time
I ain't comin' to Paris if I can't bring my .45

Yeah, yeah
Tell the label, "No deal, no deal," oh, yeah
Tell the label, "No deal," no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, yeah
Tell the label, "No deal," I need twenty every time
I ain't comin' to Europe if I can't bring my .45
"No deal," I need twenty every time
I ain't comin' to Rolling Loud if I can't bring my fire

Yeah, yeah, what's wrong with you?
I need my fire for these fuck niggas, yeah
I need my fire for these fuck niggas, yeah
I see now, yeah, I need my fire for these fuck niggas, yeah
Tell 'em, "No deal, no deal, no deal"
No deal