[Lyric] No Filler (Swisha T)

[Verse 1: Swisha T]
I only smoke killer, no filler, the king's back
Send a dope dealer to see me, he'll get jacked (Yah)
Everything you cap about homie, I live that
Lying to your fans, you need to get bitch-slapped
I'ma kick back and chill, that's what I do
These rappers all depressed — suicidal
I don't wanna listen to someone that's always crying though
You sounding like my bitch when I'm hitting, breaking her spine, bro
Damn, I know it's sad, innit?
Your shit be so wack bro, we can't rate it
You nothing like Swish, I'm the fan favorite
I been campaigning, give me time and I'll be damn famous
The king's finally home, now you gotta worry
I don't got a [?], cooking rappers like a pot of curry
Yeah I ain't popping [?], every single track I drop is dirty
Y'all do not concern me, all my haters probably wanna murder me

[Bridge]
Now I'm all locked in
When it's all said and done I'ma be top ten
I got a couple hundred freaks and they all got friends
[?]
[Verse 2: Junk]
[?]
[?]
I move slick [?]
Music be my [?]
It's easy, the way that I'm riding a beat is steezy
[?]
Oh, you got a couple streams? But I don't care
Tell me once again how cool you are [?]
Talking politics, it's funny, this ain't [?]
Got a couple hund'eds sitting on me like a old chair
That's real but [?]
You sound fake, best could be jewelry, you praising
I grind independent, put my music on the label
Mind how I get it? Put a foot off of my table, it's business
Clean it up like I was doing dishes — ambitious
[?] while you dick-riders is dickless

[Verse 3: JSTN DMND]
[?] on the Road to Redemption
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