Testi No More Deals - Berner, Cozmo

No More Deals

Phone jumpin'\nYeah, and I’m always into some', shit get old\nNo more deals\nIt’s Monday, my phone ringin' wild, same as Sunday\nOne day I’ma leave this motherfucker on the runway\nPlayin' chess for a living make you burn out quick\nDoin' donuts in the classic 'til I hurt my wrist\nBarely smile anymore, I’m sick of dealin' with sharks\nBuild somethin' so strong they can’t rip it apart\nI got old bread tucked, fuck it, take me to court\nTime to clear mind, pass me the torch\nHash got my heart beatin' like I just did a bump\nOn the airplane, smellin' like I just hit a skunk\nBet the DEA waitin' when we land in LA\nIt’s the PTSD from back in the day\nI stay ready for whatever, I just wish I could chill\nAnd they wonder why I chain-smoke and pop me a pill\nHardly trust my own friends now, how does that feel?\nI hate to keep my guard up, but this shit got real\nNo more deals, yeah, no more deals\nYeah, no more deals, no more deals\nYeah, no more deals\nNo more deals, no more deals\nI hate to have my guard up, I’m sick of playing defense\nBeen in it for a minute, you barely got your feet wet\nBetrayed, loyalty the only thing I regret\nPut blood, sweat, tears in this shit, and I ain’t eat yet\nYo, the game was in me since a youth when I was new to hustle\nMakin' units double 'til it’s mills in my Louis duffel\nNo way out, it’s either rap or move pounds of bud\nMy name good, I never tried to go around the plug\nConnected with real ones, it ain’t matter what town it was\nSpend my whole life in the streets and never found a love\nNow, every corner I’m bendin', I keep my eyes peeled\nWhether five hundred or five mill', I’ma die real\nI just waited, took my game and elevated it, stayed patient\n'Cause you can’t put money over relationships\nI remember in the drought, I was down and out\nNow me and the team countin' up when we was counted out\nThanks to pops, he gave me game since an adolescent\nIf it’s too good to be true, it’s probably a bad investment\nThey’ll look you in your eyes, shake your hand and make a deal\nSign on the dotted line and betray you still\nNo more deals, yeah, no more deals\nYeah, no more deals, no more deals\nYeah, no more deals\nNo more deals, no more deals\nI hate to have my guard up, I’m sick of playing defense\nBeen in it for a minute, you barely got your feet wet\nBetrayed, loyalty the only thing I regret\nPut blood, sweat, tears in this shit and I ain’t eat yet\nI hate to have my guard up, I’m sick of playing defense\nBeen in it for a minute, you barely got your feet wet\nBetrayed, loyalty the only thing I regret\nPut blood, sweat, tears in this shit, and I ain’t eat yet