No Passes
 作词 : Herbert Randall Wright III/Robert Coleman Thomas/Douglas Whitehead/Rashad Johnson/Elias Sticken
 作曲 : Herbert Randall Wright III/Robert Coleman Thomas/Douglas Whitehead/Rashad Johnson/Elias Sticken
 Uh
 We don't even talk
 So if it's set in stone, shit, what you talking for? This shit should be self explanatory
 We did that
 Uh
 I was in the trenches, ducking charges with my mizzat
 Speeding on a hit, we wreck the car and we got whiplash
 When we was going hard, the house was harboring your bitch ass
 And I became a star, I'm like a target with my rich ass
 But I shake the streets
 Can you take the heat?
 Gon' run straight to me
 Have the police tryna question me 'bout putting **** straight to sleep
 I'm already tweakin'
 I'm already grieving
 It's to easy to catch a murder, now I need a reason
 I get bag for walking out the house, I need a reason
 Blow that mag when **** start talking loud, that's just the procedure
 Draco hit him less than four feet, now he having a seizure
 Glizzy flame and hit his brain and now he having amnesia
 **** yelling out my name and I ain't even meet 'em
 **** claiming they don't know me, I don't know them either
 I was running them streets before you, I don't even know your people
 Before **** was feasting, pull up ski mask, and eat 'em
 I can't lie, the trenches made me, yuh
 I can't lie, the projects made me yuh
 Yuh, I told them stand tall and just don't say nothin'
 You know that I'm here until that case drop
 Yuh
 We don't give **** what
 We don't give **** passes
 Won't give **** what
 We don't give **** passes
 We don't give **** passes
 We don't give **** passes
 **** ain't gettin' past us
 We don't give **** passes
 Yeah
 Try my best to keep my distance
 Saw that flaw and overlooked it
 Let it go 'cause you my ****
 I ain't wanna sell no drugs, but that fast money get addictive
 Keep on telling me let it go, but that shit still **** with my mental
 We both know that wasn't right
 In that car, I could've died if they would've shot on my side
 I was thinking 'bout suicide 'cause I ain't have no more life
 Only reason I know he straight 'cause he still pray to Allah
 I be questioning, why he do that? 'Cause he still stuck in the fire
 Uh, I ain't been the same ever since my dawg died
 Tryna chase these M's, but I feel like I lost
 I don't remember the last time I seen Brody cry
 He said he want slide 'round there a million times
 I can't tell him nothing, see demons in his eyes
 Still be tryna motivate my hood
 I want buy the block
 And I know they love me on that 'gram, but hate me in their heart
 And I kept my glizzy everywhere, that's just the way it was
 All I did was give 'em love
 **** never gave me nothing
 I can't lie, the trenches made me, yuh
 I can't lie, the projects made me, yuh
 Yuh, I told them stand tall and just don't say nothin'
 You know that I'm here until that case drop
 Yuh
 We don't give **** what
 We don't give **** passes
 Won't give **** what
 We don't give **** passes
 We don't give **** passes
 We don't give **** passes
 **** aint gettin' past us
 We don't give **** passes