No Comment Lyrics by SAINt JHN
I said, “Dog, could you imagine if I had a million dollars?”
I’m fresh up out the hood, see, I barely went to college
45 beside us, trappin’ on grāmatas
White girl snortin’ cocaína, clearing out her sinus
Based on where I’m from, I shouldn’t even know designers
Now I’m front row in Paris, acting like I’m modest
Paying off my mama crib, I’m trying to keep my promise
That’s the reason I don’t get too caught up in the comments
My daddy wasn’t ’round a lot, sometimes, he still provided
When Rody got his settlement, he let me raid his closet
And my uncles was too busy, so they never gave me guidance
So them bitches I was hustling was paying for my Pradas
Show me the loss, I’ll show you the lessons
Show me the flaws, I’ll show you the blessings
I show you the reasons why I’ve been stressing
You show me a bitch, I see the finessing
You show me a bitch, I start second guessing
You show me your heart, I see lethal weapon
You show me your mind, I see a depression
You show me your art, I’ll see a confession
You show me anything more than I’ve already shown you
Then it’s going to feel like a therapy session, and I’m depressin’
Even somebody that would never love somebody
Would never love somebody, would never hug somebody
Would never trust somebody, would never fight for somebody
Would never rush somebody, would never push somebody
Would never hush somebody
You was never much somebody, you was very much somebody
You would never touch my body, you told me that you ain’t love me like I— oh
I said, “Dog, could you imagine if I had a million dollars?”
I’m fresh up out the hood, see, I barely went to college
45 beside us, trappin’ on grāmatas
White girl snortin’ cocaína, clearing out her sinus
Based on where I’m from, I shouldn’t even know designers
Now I’m front row in Paris, acting like I’m modest
Paying off my mama crib, I’m trying to keep my promise
That’s the reason I don’t get too caught up in the comments
