No More - Ekoh

In a cage that can hold me

So we go way back, that’s the old me

They all been talking but don’t know a thing

About my struggle in life, that’s insulting

Running the upholstery, gun in the safe

I ain’t never shot one inside, but it’s late

And my head won’t stop talking, I tried walking

'Round the block a few times, but still it’s not stopping

I’m losing it now, I just don’t get it

«Have you been drinking again, man?

What is it?

Don’t you see all of these people who listen

And hang on the words that you’ve written?"yeah, get it

But I’m in another zone, when these mics go

Got a fear of the light like I’m

I might go psycho on a track like a 51−50

I’ve been tryna to put it on for everybody in my city

(Yeah, body in my city)

Feeling the pressure, but I will not let this shit break me, I know it

(Break me, I know it)

Lights on the strip, with my crew in this bitch, kinda hard to stay focused

Bustin' up the frame, everything is the same

All of the music wack, trying to make a name

Getting another head, another wait for the shit to go

I’m working atop the last shit I wrote a few minutes ago

And trying to stick me in the dark, I’m thinking the limit

The growth I’ve been on that trajectory, just wait for the missile

To blow and bust in through the door

I know they planning on keeping

They’re tryna tryna keep a cooler copacetic for all of us, but

(All of us, but)

I’m just not feeling that vibe no more

Trapped in this room, I can’t write no more

Not enough drugs to get high again

Everyone’s trying to act like a friend

But I’m just not feeling that vibe no more

No more

no fake friends

Got some old Eminem in the tape deck

Skateboard shoes in the trunk, with the skate deck

Fake heads tryna plot against me, got replacements

Let it ride, and every rapper talking suicide

Mix a little with a little Sprite

Trying to live in the moment, the music feeling like

The only thing I got in my world that could make me feel alright

See I found my own space now

I’m looking at some newcomers in the bank account

(Bank account)

I’m not trying to brag, I’m just saying how

You can make it happen, despite the people who hate it now

Got 'em tripping, I feel like I’m on a mission

To get the people to listen, they got me suspicion

But when I step to the mic, and let you in on the vision

They see that some things are forever, but the real shit isn’t

Ready to pop, I’m making the grave in my backyard

Can barely get up the hopes, in these wannabe rap stars

And hoping for fast cars, and political campaign

I think I’ve been doing just fine, in that lane but

(Fine in that lane, but)

I’m just not feeling that vibe no more

Trapped in this room, I can’t write no more

Not enough drugs to get high again

Everyone’s trying to act like a friend

But I’m just not feeling that vibe no more

No more