[Sample] "Ain't no way There ain't no way for me to love you" "If you" "If you" "Oh baby" "If you" "If you" "Oh baby" [Verse 1: Red Pill] I mean I guess I get told, "You ain't got that piff flow." "You don't got that shit that might legit blow." I mean But you don't wash my dick bro You don't pay my bills bitch, you don't know who Pill is I been the fat kid sitting back in classes Picked on for my glasses Eff them You think I'm worried 'bout a list? Getting pervy with my chick, eating curry with the fish So trust me when I say the naysayers ain't the play maker I don't play favorites I don't save faces I'm not the one to play games with I play aces I'm the person that I pay favors And I'm not worried 'bout a belt I'm worried 'bout my bills, though, so my money's short like Bilbo They tell, "Kid ain't no way." Can't fit in where the rest do it then fuck 'em Build something bigger next to it You might also like Good Things Die (Remix) Ugly Heroes Legit Worthless Ugly Heroes Desperate Ugly Heroes [Hook] "Baby, baby, baby Don't you know I need your love (Ain't no way) There ain't no way for me to love you" [Verse 2: Verbal Kent] Listen you gotta have a sense of humor in this comedy of errors Cause last laughs mean nothing man, nobody cares Kapow pow gun [?] with one man in pairs Literally split the difference of a man's affairs I be like, life's like free standing stairs Watch your footing and you fall to pudding While your shadow stands and stares Lying on the floor staring up at chandeliers Wondering if the Lord put me here and if He did and if He cares Learn about me over kicks from in between the snares In my heart and in between the ears Yeah Ignore pressure from your peers Life is a performance but you won't always see if the crowd cheers or not Everybody got similar types of fears You got lot of open thinking Though it's hard to get the gears to stop Turning, stop the sermon Hard determining the plot A lot learning to get done and the clocks turning y'all [Hook]

[Hook] And we don't stop Making records that people are cold checking and respecting and It rocks, the sales won't stop, those of the Doctor... - [Verse 1] Yo high energy, flowing with the wisdom Sense of a rich man, acknowledging the rhythm No I'm not biting, this is one of my heroes, pay homage Brought me one step closer to the end, cease cover Dropped the D and what it reads is O.C Whose acronym is no one can do it better My acronym is on cue Empire state, windows of the world, one day I caught a view Saying to myself I can do this Mom's a singer, and my DNA is rooted The first LP proved it With no guest appearances, God given gift to be a lyricist Right alongside the best out Etched my spot in the game, alleviating doubt Acknowledging the rhythm that my mama had born The hard egos and unlimited flows, the science I morphed into a formula [Hook] [Verse 2] Never say nothing people can't comprehend Checking the facts before it goes down on wax Making sure only download official apps Cause spyware in ya laptop can be a bitch, tell tale signs Soul seekers amaze non-believers to get a gist of it all They go with the proceedings Life's a journey with a million hours logged in a ledger But I'm never succumbing to the pressures Something like what you heard before and more You see the glow in my aura, at shows I'm applauded Trash talkers start believing their own lies To the point truth's distorted, yet they still record it Consumers, I provide 'em with service that's like burgers Followed by an A+ score, validating it perfect Knowledge and the source that my mama was born uh-huh We making it official, Yo A let 'em know Yo it's the formula You might also like People’s Champ Apollo Brown & O.C. Just Walk Apollo Brown & O.C. Prove Me Wrong Apollo Brown & O.C. [Hook] Yo, in sequence like The D.O.C. coming straight from the heart One of many who gave me a spark I acknowledge him like Slick Rick and G Rap, I mean that Portrait of a masterpiece, believe that Ridiculous wordplay With every syllable pronounce clear and efficient Growl in his voice vicious In addition to lending him an ear, I listened Mind blowing, studying the cadence when he say it Funky Enough with the rude boy drawl Of a letting the bass go with the run-ons and pauses Making it an opera of D.O.C. and the Doctor Texas born with a New York posture His union with Dre's like me and Apollo Linking a Cuban chain hard to pop Cause the clamp inside it Acknowledging the lyricism the OG bought Gave me the blueprint and showed me how to mix and hook up My own formula [Hook]