Ain't Nuthin'

[Verse 1: khrys.] Guess who stepped up to bat in the game? Most rappers call it that, but you know I ain’t playin’ When it comes to the rhyme, I’m something like a prodigy Give me a sixteen and I’m bound to write an Odyssey Homer. Crack. Outta here. NASA Flow so ahead that I might just lap ya How I do that ain’t a cheat or a fluke I just do what I do, no Brown and the name ain’t Luke – Homie I surmount the doubt Seeing how listeners still account these shouts Since the haters failed trying to demount me clout They did a pretty bad job trying to count me out [Hook: khrys.] The mind is the match, the beat is the fluid And open verse equals some fire and that’s undisputed Start an argument and I might have to call you stupid I’m killin’ this shit and there really ain’t nuthin’ to it It’s the only way to do it And there ain’t nuthin’ to it Any haters talkin’, I’mma need y’all to mute it I’m killin’ this shit (ki-killin’ this shit) [Verse 2: khrys.] Once I got my feet wet, they sized me up for killing Tried to put my situation on that Curt Schilling But despite their attempts to get me broken and ashamed I’m patched up and I’m eager to go pitch another game So I’m on that Roger Clemens, I’m on that Andy Pettite Steady with the styles so the haters can’t rip it If a hater wanna test me, I just bring they meaner mug out 1 strike, 2 strike, 3 – hit the dugout Go home – you didn’t go hard enough I’m on that Pikachu and Drake flow – chargin’ up Y’all been under arrest since my bars been up Don’t need a left brain – my future already odd enough Why you even bother? It’s just factual to see I don’t mean to make you hate, it just comes natural to me I’m just doing my thing like a really bad habit You can’t touch my tricks, silly rabbit – khrys., nigga [Hook: khrys.] The mind is the match, the beat is the fluid And open verse equals some fire and that’s undisputed Start an argument and I might have to call you stupid I’m killin’ this shit and there really ain’t nuthin’ to it It’s the only way to do it And there ain’t nuthin’ to it Any haters talkin’, I’mma need y’all to mute it I’m killin’ this shit (ABreezy, kill this shit!) [Verse 3: ABreezy] Uh, yeah, this is what I had to do People never heard my words until I gave 'em attitude My ambition fed off hate, so haters I ain't mad at you Runnin' this like Peter, man; they tried to make me rabbit stew Latitude, longitude, my location doesn't matter Line 'em up and tell me kill it, promise heads are gonna splatter Always on a higher level even your blunt is fatter Couldn't make a hit like me if you employed a hundred batters Yeah, they be thinkin' how to get them girls But I'd rather have 'em all once I take over the world Just how many clams I gotta break to get the pearls They was aimin' for my spot until I made 'em hit the twirl Molehills, mountains; puddle to an ocean These are the conversions that I'm tryna set in motion So keep it on a swivel you think about approachin' If you don't get a headshot, you'll prolly end up broken [Hook: ABreezy] The mind is the match, the beat is the fluid Most underrated in the game and that’s undisputed Start an argument and I might have to call you stupid I’m killin’ this shit and there really ain’t nuthin’ to it Uh, yeah, there ain't nuthin' to it Yeah, there ain’t nuthin’ to it Set the barricade up and you gon' see me runnin' through it Killin’ this shit? Honestly, there ain't nuthin; to it