No Option
Ty James & DJ Stacks
No Option Lyrics
I came from the streets man
So I had no option
If you ain’t getting money
We ain’t got nothin' in common
Bitch we eating steak now
We not eating ramen
It ain’t nothing sweet
When I ball like Dennis Rodman
I ain’t wanna do it to em’
But I had no option
Fuck yo' bitch and pass her to my nigga like I’m Stockton
Oh you wanna be my friend 'cause I’m poppin’
And I just ran up the bands it’s never stoppin’
I look in the sky and see myself, bitch I’m a star
I look at the beat and see myself, 'cause I’m going hard
My balenci and givenchy got me feeling special
Bitch I drip like Michael Phelps I think I need a medal
All these bitches saw me come up, now they wanna date me
I can’t fuck with shawty, unless shawty drive a Mercedes Everybody love me but back then they used to hate me
Ballin’ on these niggas like my name Tracy McGrady
I got all the sauce, lil bitch I’m steady drippin’
I done came up hard, now these niggas acting different
Niggas never cross me like they don’t believe in Christian
I done put in work, I was the first to see the vision
I came from the streets man
So I had no option
If you ain’t getting money
We ain’t got nothin' in common
Bitch we eating steak now
We not eating ramen
It ain’t nothing sweet
When I ball like Dennis Rodman
I ain’t wanna do it to em’
But I had no option
Fuck yo' bitch and pass her to my nigga like I’m Stockton
Oh you wanna be my friend 'cause I’m poppin’
And I just ran up the bands it’s never stoppin’