Ray Clll - No complaints (feat. C4 tech.) Lyrics

Drop like I can, but I can't complain lately
Just to put it frank, that's because of my baby
Just because you're thinking that the demon's gonna break me
I got half a million reasons just to send you into Haiti
Get you back out and then make you count your records out in Vegas
Out in Dallas, say I made it, that's a up, okay
Running through the numbers, making, huh, give a f*ck, okay
Lately I've been living, living up in the Hillys
Give a f*ck about the smoke, cause I can handle the feeling
Give a AC introduction and I made it apealing
Katie made the function, get the f*ck out the building
Ridiculous, indicative, mainly the differences
I made it out the trenches and I'm never gonna stop
Missing this is hideous and enemies involved
Got this out the window and I threw this bitch a rock
Billion dollar industry and all I keep is stock
Jumping out the window and I'm rocking white socks
All the f*cking diamonds got a f*cking whitewash
Someone call me racist cause I'm rocking whitewash
Hey, well, here's something different, I'ma pass the mic off
I can handle business, I'ma let the mic drop
And it's to my brother cause he handles my shots
Got C4 technicians, I'm bombing all on these niggas
Please don't wander this jungle cause all my niggas gorillas
And we all clutching chrome, all gripping triggers
And I'm tipsy off the Henny, so it's time to collect some figures
So I creep up on these critics, just send them to the cemetery
And I ain't worried about them switches, bitch, my trigger's binary
These pussy niggas find me scary cause I don't ask permission
Put up on these pussy niggas in public, bust him in the witness
So please stop and take a minute to analyze your positions
Cause we don't stop until all opposition's out of commission
And none's getting in between me and my G's in the mission
You can't handle the heat, so kick in your punk ass in the kitchen
Listen, I got the cookbook, but these crooks is on some other shit
Cause this ain't no dogs is at the table cause I ain't finna feed no bitch
I'm just tryna let my life stack money and get rich
But I still pull up and empty a clip in front of your crib
I made it out the trenches and I'm never gonna stop
Missing this is hideous and enemies involved
Got this out the window and I threw this bitch a rock
Billion dollar industry and all I keep is stock
Jumping out the window and I'm rocking white socks
All the f*cking diamonds got a f*cking whitewash
Uh, uh, someone call me racist cause I'm rocking whitewash
Hey, well, here's something different, I'ma pass the mic off
I can handle business, I'ma let the mic drop
And it's to my brother cause he handles mic shots