NoThing

[Verse 1] They been talking about nothing (nothing) So Fuck em I ain’t got no problem tellin em’ that I’m above em’ I told em’ that I got em’, when I hit em’ they gon’ love it I do it for my people at the bottom sitting with nothing You listening to suckas You trippin if you ain’t fuckin with me I’m sick with this shit I should see somebody discuss it I’m something else so enough with all that shit you come up with It must be luck cause you suck but you all in public I’m wondering now who’s funneling thousands into muthafuckas that sound like Nothing that should be found Its nothing to me, I’m out this bitch And if the label heads are picking this then I don’t know about this shit So go ahead & keep all that I ain’t finna leave, I’ma need you to fall back They say we gotta see the reasons fiends give it all back You see, I see all that & say They been talking about nothing [Hook] They been talking about nothing But they been listening So I don’t even know who to blame, I’m saying They been talkin bout nothing [Verse 2] So what we talking bout, real shit? We talking about rhymes? You ain’t talking about a million then you wasting my time I been hearing it all my life & I’m witnessing it this might Be the shit that’s been killin us and we living inside a fight & this pipe is part of the vice & we paying for it, dealing it Giving it for the price Then we mix it with sprite We ain’t living this life right & we know it RIP all the ones who died I’m alive And I’m listening like, how do people connect? I guess if the beat is louder than nowadays it don’t matter the message is intercepted Tell em’ they need a Tek & they need 1 right now this second These niggas gon’ ride out on you based on the color you dressed in Get rid of that weapon & pick up that pen Think of a couple of different things Something to get you ahead of the shit that you let get the better of you When you vent and you went and you sent us a letter defending Everything you was pretending [Hook] [Verse 3] I ain’t never seen this many wannabe rapping Happen to have a track, a mac, a microphone, a sac of weed & some raps That he wrote on a napkin, a Cadillac captured on camera passing A couple of ho’s in back of the whip to keep us distracted I’m acting like this don’t work but shit, listening to your verse Is bearable when you sitting with chick in that mini skirt But you terrible and its written in pen and you inadvertently Shared the shittiest-shit ever recorded on this earth Na, I’m just kiddin your kinda cool I’m just perfect Na, I just put in work & its worth it, I hope you nervous So give it to her She lit up the herb Picked it up where I left it in return She recited my verse and forgot about yours