Nothing To Celebrate

[Intro] You think that was cool? I would like to introduce... (D.Com on the track) [Hook] We got nothing to celebrate We in the club, doing what we love You know we ain't gonna wait Living for tonight, cause tomorrow's so far away My girl angry at me, when will she learn not to debate Y'all want a role model, let me demonstrate Never leave the night life, skate on women like a figure 8 Go on, pull the trigger, take a shot to the face You only live once, so I'm just gonna upgrade I got nothing to celebrate This is anything goes, let it go, cause we made it Any clear minds here, who knows Hold up, what we celebrating? This is anything goes, let it go, cause we made it Any clear minds here, who knows Hold up, what we celebrating? [Verse 1] Hold up, pull up I'm bout to smoke and roll one Its costly in money and lungs But i don't give two - oh what? She likes the way My gold from mixtapes So she say I'm gorgeous I feel love, I'm getting hotter At heart, only cold cuts Living for the moment Good idea for the famous Now no one but girls With decent lawyers can Come up and shame us Fingers in my ears For anyone who come up And try to flame us Longer in my years Rationalize how the game was Now we're all just the same as Old dudes in boxes and blankets Money shower for two hours But then the IRS came in So the feds must be Satan Cash for strippers in faux pas $3 billion industry You ask me, that's a worthy cause Going ham, wheres my applause Swag in my chains and my cars Producers do the work Us rappers wear metal jaws I apply to the laws I'm like the wizard of oz I'm terrifying, always buying You can see all my flaws [Hook] [Verse 2] Here we go again I'm a rapper like east Berlin Cord front of my table Tipping bottles up over my chin Looking out at the lower class But all i do is win One man's wallet, I'm like Stalin More than you can imagine Got them working on my Lambo Exploiting the engine Speaking for the poor Our barrier ain't thin Concrete walls Penthouse so tall No my crib ain't got a twin I talk bout god and my kin But then criticize my skin No I ain't heard bout this sin See me on screen with a grin (I'm in love with the coco) First grade rhymes from a man (We call these kinda guys pro) We rapping bout extremes Look up fire and ice We like to say we have it all Ask, "whats it mean to live nice?" Task, everybody get right Sonny, you produced that You living the good life I saw a comment on genius For that song He said it was fire What's that say about you? Drinking Hennessy Aren't we all meant to get higher? Lemme just ask, who's your supplier? [Hook] [Verse 3] What we celebrating Its a well kept secret MLK used to know Along the way it was deleted Somehow somewhere We all became relatively conceited In our greatest time of needing And we're surprised That alcohol don't complete us Smoking up all the time Though you'll that find that That won't relieve us But we're sanctified and blessed in rap Like no one can beat us Raised up in it since a fetus Mindset can't be retreated Obsessed with freedom New slaves one Morality the second reason Now the good are cheated Honorable defeated Resources full depleted Yet in the club Rappers in it for the feature Exploiting the streets Hating on those that "sleeping" Adjectives like real and fake Just point out attention seekers Like a streaker Reveals everything Unlike a terrible leader Speaking moral revival Not from the bible That's the whole race he was teaching Ain't gotta be a mind reader To understand that he wasn't either Common sense in Selma Don't take shots at the dreamer [Hook]