No Shame No Regrets lyrics

[Verse One: Emilio Rojas]
Everybody swore that last year was mine, everything was lined up
Thought that I would sign to MMG and join the line up
Thought that I would go to Universal out with Nigel
Hit me and then he acted all b*tchy but never mind ‘em
I went to Violator, took a couple meetings
Started f*cking with Chris Lighty ‘cause he could see it
And we were working with ‘em on this tape that we releasing
Then he took his own life the day that we were supposed to meet up
Rest in peace, rest in peace, I’mma get it
For the simple fact that a legend’ll believe
I’mma get it ‘cause me winning’s the only way I’mma grieve
And this year, all my people gon’ eat
And they gon’ see that I’m the best in my era, the best in this era
You di*kriders really that impressed with this era?
There hasn’t been a classic album yet in this era
Matter of fact, I don’t have any respect for this era
On my second passport with no deal, I’m so real
I tell you hoes how a duffle bag of dough feel
And this year, I want a hundred grand a show
Yeah, I’m about to call up Mitch, I see him and I let him know
That the show price rising, verse price rising
Shining so much that I ain’t gotta buy diamonds
Brighty on my wrist and I ain’t even f*cking wind it
So I check my phone if you ask me what the time is
I been to Paris, been to London, been to Barcelona
I lost some family to guns, some to carcinoma
I lost some family to greed and ambition
And I lost a lot of money paying for my ex tuition
But the only thing she learned is I will not be burned
Went from telling her “I love you” to “give the homie a turn”, right?
I’m not concerned with your lists or your ratings
‘Cause rappers gotta die ‘fore you say that they the greatest
So we be getting high, lying low
What you consider living, we thinking is dying slow
You be chasing women I ain’t even tryna know
Over vixens, over hoes, some b*tches overexposed
Now I’m sitting on a flight out, living in the night
And the minute that I land, I’m hitting women in the Heights
For the right amount of money, homie, any wrong is right
And I ain’t never ran away from a fight, hell no
I’m from the murder capital of New York State
Where they don’t murder for capital, they murder for play, right?
I ain’t patient, I don’t never stay and wait
And my guilt and loyalty, they got an expiration date, yeah