No Question
S Jay Lyrics

Somebody's pulling me closer to the ground
I'm feeling pressure and facing difficulty

I ain't panicked, I been here before
I'm not worried, because I've been through tough situations before

Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage
It feels like I just started my career in music yesterday

In front of that crowd
Performing in front of an audience

And showed them who was who, and what was what
I proved my skills and talent to the audience

Man look at these suckers
I'm looking down on those who doubt me

I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
I'm not just a musician, but also a savvy businessman and hard worker

It just so happens that I know how to rap
I'm not just a rapper, but I have a natural talent for it

Okay, I'm reloaded
I'm ready to come back strong and prove myself again

Uh-huh, I did it again niggas
I succeeded once again

Fucked up, right? I know
I made mistakes but I'm aware of them

I know what y'all niggas asking yourself
I know people are doubting me and questioning my abilities

Is he gon' ever fall off?
Will he lose his success and popularity?

No
I won't fall off, I'm too determined and skilled

A lot of speculation
Many people are talking about and speculating on my success

On the monies I've made, honeys I've slayed
People are questioning the amount of money I've earned and the number of women I've been with

How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid?
People are wondering if I'm actually successful and wealthy

Hustlers I've met or, dealt with direct
I've worked with and met many successful entrepreneurs

Is it true he stayed in beef and slept with a TEC?
People are gossiping about my involvement in conflicts and whether I carry a weapon

What's the position you hold?
People are interested in my rank and status in the music industry

Can you really match a triple platinum artist buck by buck
Can I compete financially with top artists in the industry?

By only a single goin' gold?
Can I still make a profit with a single that only goes gold?

Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
People are predicting the failure of my record label and my downfall

Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O?
Are we returning to selling drugs for profit?

For the millionth time askin' me
People keep questioning me over and over again

Questions like Wendy Williams, harassing me
People are asking me personal and invasive questions, like a gossip show host

Then get upset when I catch feelings
People get mad when I react emotionally to their questions

Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you leave
I ask for a break and space, but people don't give it to me

While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinning on my sleeve
I'm showing off my expensive Rolex watch

Uh, nice watch, do you really have a spot?
People are questioning the legitimacy of my wealth and success

Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block?
People wonder if I really belong to a certain neighborhood, like I implied in one of my songs

What you doing in L.A., with Filipinos and ese's
People question why I'm in Los Angeles with people of different ethnicities

Latinos and Chevy's, down by Pico with Frederico
I'm hanging out with Latin Americans and cars on Pico Boulevard with a guy named Frederico

I answer all your questions but then y'all got to go
I'm willing to answer all the questions, but people don't stay around long enough to hear the answers

Now the question I ask you is how bad you wanna know?
I challenge people to ask themselves how curious they really are about my personal life

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more
Other rappers are losing their creativity and only rap about crime themes

'Til I'm no more, 'cause I'm so raw
I will keep my edge and success as long as I stay original and genuine

My flow expose holes that they find in yours
My rapping style reveals the weaknesses and flaws of other rappers

Wasn't for me, niggas still be dying for whores
If it weren't for me breaking into the rap industry, other black men would still be endangering themselves for prostitution

But I hate when a nigga sit back, admiring yours
I don't like it when other rappers copy my style and try to emulate me

Young blood you better get that, we frying because
I'm warning the younger generation to be original, or else they won't succeed

Niggas don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse
Rappers don't want to be stuck in poverty and have to rely on trains for transportation

And don't listen to the rappers yo, they dying to floss
Don't follow the lifestyle of other rappers who are excessively showing off their wealth

I used to be O.T., applying the force
I used to sell drugs and use violence for success

Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I toss
I used to resort to violence instead of hard work and creativity

Come back with the clique playing Diana Ross
I'm now successful with my crew, playing music by Diana Ross

I'm the boss and this is how it's gon' be
I'm in charge of my success and career

Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I traveled long distances and experienced a lot to get to where I am

I got mouths to feed 'til they put flowers on me
I have financial responsibilities and debts to pay off until I die

And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise
When I die, people will pay their respects and mourn for me like they would for a heroic Native American leader, Cochise

Tombstone read 'He was holdin' no leaks'
My tombstone will say that I kept my secrets and didn't snitch

Started from the crack game and then so sweet
I came from the dangerous and illegal drug trafficking business, but now my life is sweet

Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the OG
I successfully transformed from drug dealer to rapper and earned respect as the OG (original gangster)

On MTV, telling em how I sold D
I appeared on MTV to talk about my past life selling drugs

And used to back work up out of apartment 4-B
I used to prepare and sell drugs from my apartment

Me and my homie, started out co-d's
My friend and I started selling drugs together

Picked the mailbox lock 'cause I ain't have no key
I picked the lock to my mailbox because I didn't have a key

Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'
I had the cable TV set up while Jaz made the song 'Sophie'

Then I went low key, but now I'm back it's on
I took a break from the music industry, but now I'm back and ready for success

Motherfuckers
I'm expressing my anger and irritation towards my haters

Jigga, uh-huh, yeah
I'm calling attention to myself and asserting my presence

Roc-A-Fella y'all, uh
I'm representing my record label

Uhh, feel this
Experience and enjoy my music