N.O.M.

Vodka sipping, vision blurry forgot the top was missing
No competition like a cop that tells you stop resisting
Thanking the Lord that I'm not in prison
10-4 my clock is ticking, opportunity is knocking isn't it
Let 'em in, ain't got no time for propositions
Pop the medicine, then bump the speakers nigga rock the engine
Blowing up, no looking back like I'm Ferrari whipping
Fake love making me run might just hop the fence and settle in
I'm living life to the fullest until I'm dead again
Flashing lights (Lights), they calling me young Edison
I'm off this Hen again
And if they wanna stop the kid they need a better plan, I'm saying
You got nothing on me
Who gonna stop this homie
Ooo I'd like to see it
You cannot control me
I must confess it to the church pastor
The mainstream got the people so obsessed with the worst rappers
I've never messed with a thirst trapper
That shit will have you mad stressed like desserts backwards
I don't do the drama, labels don't wanna sign me they Fry-ed like Futurama
Hakuna Matata this coup d'etat is the trutest promise
Trying to go back-to-back with the Dubs like I'm Iguodala
Call me the New Obama
Dope symphonies with the Killer Beez like woah
Industry put a pin in me want to go and change my identity be a different me but I won't
Hop skipping and jumping over these niggas that's the motive
Feel it in my soul when I spit it cause
You got nothing on me
Who gonna stop this homie
Ooo I'd like to see it
You cannot control me
You got nothing on me
Who gonna stop this homie
Ooo I'd like to see it
You cannot control me