No Option (Explicit)
Internet Money"No Option (Explicit)" is a song by Internet Money, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:14 long and contains 76 lines and 655 words.
Lyrics
0:00Know what I've been going through lately?
0:02Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might overeat or I might not eat
0:06Sometimes I get to buying shit that I don't even need
0:08Clothes that I'm never gon' wear
0:10I get to entertaining old relationships and shit
0:13Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
0:16Had to make it out, I had no option
0:19Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
0:22Had to make it out, I had no option
0:25Lock me up, throw away the key
0:29They don't care about a nigga like me so I
0:32Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
0:35Had to make it out, I had no option
0:38I had just finished a prison stench
0:40Without the presumption of innocence
0:41The system don't look at me different
0:43When I'm only trying to do something legitimate
0:45My children been mad at they mothers
0:46Like, "When is our daddy coming home?"
0:48We video visit on FaceTime but they like a thousand miles away
0:51Christian Louboutin, I got my spikes on now
0:54Fall off in the morning, look like Girls Gone Wild
0:57I'm in Chiraq and you know how I'm livin'
0:59I'm warning 'em in, it's a dangerous city
1:01I'm still tryna see where the fuck I fit in
1:02When all that I did was get caught with a pistol
1:04Chief of parole was a black man
1:06Or, in better words, another nigga
1:07You know you lied on me on the stand
1:09I'm still tryna see what I did
1:10Went to trial in federal court, knowing I was gon' lose
1:14Even when the verdict got rendered, I'll still be a bread winner
1:17Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
1:20Had to make it out, I had no option
1:23Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
1:26Had to make it out, I had no option
1:29Lock me up, throw away the key
1:33They don't care about a nigga like me so I
1:36Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
1:39Had to make it out, I had no option
1:42I thought when I got out of jail in Florida
1:44I wouldn't sit in a cell again
1:45Broke the lil' promise I made to my daughter
1:47That I wouldn't put her through hell again
1:49The man in the mirror look at me and whispered
1:50"You gotta get better control of your businesses
1:52Quit being stubborn whenever you suffer
1:53The people that suffer the most are your children"
1:55Flew her in from Houston, got my ice on now
1:58Lick on her lil' body 'til the lights go out
2:01A victim of circumstance, in my section I'm labeled a shooter
2:05People that don't even know me
2:06So how in the fuck they controlling my future?
2:08All of the people who matter be smilin'
2:10I know that they proud of me
2:11Holdin' it down up the road in the pen
2:13Everybody that doubted me
2:14Flew baby in from Houston, got my ice on now
2:17Lick on her lil' body 'til the lights go out
2:21Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
2:24Had to make it out, I had no option
2:27Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
2:30Had to make it out, I had no option
2:33Lock me up, throw away the key
2:37They don't care about a nigga like me so I
2:40Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
2:43Had to make it out, I had no option (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
2:51'Til the lights go down
2:54You know sometimes I—
2:55I— I— I get— I get depressed, you know, and I can't move, and I—
2:58I might get on Instagram and slide in the DM of a bitch that I used to fuck with
3:02And I fly baby in from Houston, got my ice on now
3:05Lick on her lil' body 'til the lights go down
3:10'Til the lights go down, oh
3:14Hahahaha
3:14Raw! Keep that
Know what I've been going through lately? Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might overeat or I might not eat Sometimes I get to buying shit that I don't even need Clothes that I'm never gon' wear I get to entertaining old relationships and shit Real ones know the shoes that I walk in Had to make it out, I had no option Hit the cell or the block or the coffin Had to make it out, I had no option Lock me up, throw away the key They don't care about a nigga like me so I Stack it up, I got this shit poppin' Had to make it out, I had no option I had just finished a prison stench Without the presumption of innocence The system don't look at me different When I'm only trying to do something legitimate My children been mad at they mothers Like, "When is our daddy coming home?" We video visit on FaceTime but they like a thousand miles away Christian Louboutin, I got my spikes on now Fall off in the morning, look like Girls Gone Wild I'm in Chiraq and you know how I'm livin' I'm warning 'em in, it's a dangerous city I'm still tryna see where the fuck I fit in When all that I did was get caught with a pistol Chief of parole was a black man Or, in better words, another nigga You know you lied on me on the stand I'm still tryna see what I did Went to trial in federal court, knowing I was gon' lose Even when the verdict got rendered, I'll still be a bread winner Real ones know the shoes that I walk in Had to make it out, I had no option Hit the cell or the block or the coffin Had to make it out, I had no option Lock me up, throw away the key They don't care about a nigga like me so I Stack it up, I got this shit poppin' Had to make it out, I had no option I thought when I got out of jail in Florida I wouldn't sit in a cell again Broke the lil' promise I made to my daughter That I wouldn't put her through hell again The man in the mirror look at me and whispered "You gotta get better control of your businesses Quit being stubborn whenever you suffer The people that suffer the most are your children" Flew her in from Houston, got my ice on now Lick on her lil' body 'til the lights go out A victim of circumstance, in my section I'm labeled a shooter People that don't even know me So how in the fuck they controlling my future? All of the people who matter be smilin' I know that they proud of me Holdin' it down up the road in the pen Everybody that doubted me Flew baby in from Houston, got my ice on now Lick on her lil' body 'til the lights go out Real ones know the shoes that I walk in Had to make it out, I had no option Hit the cell or the block or the coffin Had to make it out, I had no option Lock me up, throw away the key They don't care about a nigga like me so I Stack it up, I got this shit poppin' Had to make it out, I had no option (Yeah, yeah, yeah) 'Til the lights go down You know sometimes I— I— I— I get— I get depressed, you know, and I can't move, and I— I might get on Instagram and slide in the DM of a bitch that I used to fuck with And I fly baby in from Houston, got my ice on now Lick on her lil' body 'til the lights go down 'Til the lights go down, oh Hahahaha Raw! Keep that
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