Album: Loose Ends
Track: I Don't Need Nobody
Artist(s): Confession
Release: 2009
Pen Bleed Publishing (ASCAP)


[talk] I’m just sittin here tryna tie up a few loose ends. . . And I don’t need nobody. . . No I don’t need nobody. . .

Verse1:
My enemies should treat me like an STD
Don’t fuck with me; I’m busta free
But if you wanna dance with the devil come to see
The man right chea’ if you got no love for me
I don’t need nobody; dogg, come to your senses
Got nothing but life to lose, proves I was desperate
Fools couldn’t mess with the tools I was blessed with
I stayed cool and paid dues for investment
Ya lose if you test this
You’re too slow, so my flow is so cold ya nose couldn’t catch this
Chose livin reckless
So you may see me CD playin that “Move Bitch” through a slow intersection
This rap is my pro- to the -fession
There’s no interjection not to roll with Confession
My flow is my best friend
Been down through to senior status while you hoes are just freshmen; if you don’t get the message

Hook
I don’t need nobody
As everyone can see
I don’t need nobody
So don’t come and fuck with me

Verse2:
All I need’s my pen that I pack as a tool
For my paper to get acquainted with and rap with a view
Of a lunatic who’s losin it and actin a fool
Stress got the best of me but now I’m back in the groove
So pass the platinum mic, its my turn to bless it
First round knockout quick like anesthetics
Its my life, you’re only tryna hold me cuz you’re jealous
But the only way I’m leavin the game’s with paramedics
So forget it; every dog has his day and I’mma get mine
You couldn’t get your chain to bling with a spit shine
I thought as much, I’m hard to crush
Couldn’t contain me with steel jail bars and cuffs
Call my bluff if you’re tryna fall in dust
Cuz I thrust to full throttle when its all or nothing
Its ball or bust, so trust that
I don’t need nobody so get the fuck back; get the fuck back

Hook

Verse3:
If you wanna get dangerous; I’m down for the hell of it
So don’t hate cuz you’re frustrated and celibate
Could spit a sum of rappers in this game I’m much better than
But callin names’ a sign of weakness and no intelligence
Your brain is so delicate
Sittin tryna listen to an answering machine with no messages
Cant you see your majesty’s
The last standing that way cuz it has to be
Any refuze me, I’ll leave that ass singin the blues
If not, you’re on the team, but I use the term loosely
Bound to bump heads if your words aint choosy
You could write a novel with your rap and still wouldn’t move me
Get high by myself and drink by myself
Wipe my own ass, so I can think for myself
So, I don’t need nobody; fuck all yall
I don’t need nobody; fuck all yall

Hook

[talk] I’m just sittin here tryna tie up a few loose ends. . . And I don’t need nobody. . . No I don’t need nobody. . .