Nothing to Something
Rappers on a beat but they aint talkin' bout nothin'!
See me in the street and they aint talkin' bout nothin'!
I could take nothing go and turn it into something
No one gave me nothing but I turned it into something
Look at my bricks
Look it at flip
Look what I built
Writing my script
Look how they never was writing my wins
Now they all riding my dick
I'm wavy huh
You in the pool on my ship, gotta Uber to it
Now I just manage a HUMAN and shit
Soon as I'm done you can google the shit
I do not plan on me losing a bit
Money on me you aint losing a bid
Had to believe it to do what I did
One day I'll prolly be touring wit JID
Stamp it
Everything I said happened
Plot it out and then map it
My drive was low I got active
Now I floor it moving through traffic
10 down in my New Balance
And you fools live to do capping
So I moved to a new planet
And I sound like your view when you look through new glasses
In audio form
When I record
Niggas get probably annoyed
Cant nobody body the boy
Press of a button and flows flow
Now I just wait for the kettle to boil
Never was in it for medals and coins
I take my time and turn metal to gold
Shawty pull up like the Helen of Troy
You aint on shit so they settle for toys
Something from nothing I guess it's a choice
Making some noise
Look at the boy
Rappers on a beat but they aint talkin bout nothin!
See me in the street and they aint talkin bout nothin!
I could take nothing go and turn it into something
No one gave me nothing but I turned it into something
The plan is written
None of these rappers batting with em
Battle wit em, what's the matter with em?
Young, fly ass Sudani nigga with the whole state
Fucking with the sound they pull up and support like a probate
Nigga like All State
The game in good hands with the boy
And I kill every beat that I have its a cold case
Don't play
Hoe I'm the rap game OJ
I ain't hard for you to locate
Niggas follow just to note take
Rappers signed and getting no play
Better follow what the form say, nigga
You the label dope man, nigga
Better move that dope k, nigga?
Cause they'll recruit ya, front your future for the low
Show you plaques that could yours
Give you stacks and tell you go
Flip this hundred for us nigga, we need to feed the CEO
Break you off the crumbs that fall and let you sweep em off the floor
Break you off a lil percentage, while they reaping what you sow
Make you think you earned that money but you really lose control
All them lights and all that fame'll have you lose your fuckin soul
Would you rather rent a home or stack them bricks and build your own nigga
Hold up
Nigga fuck the propaganda
Mental bring me down and it get hard to understand
When my family ask for plans I'd rather tell em something random
Shoutout to my pops he really held a nigga down
But the only fear to ever cross my mind is let him down though
Wish he saw the fans that be fuckin wit my style,
Smiling faces in the crowd, with the flashes on they cameras
Question everything like I don't fucking got the answer already
My brother died last year
I cant help but think he might still be here if I answered
Feel like I was dreaming when I seen him in that casket
Before he left he told me keep believing in your passion
And I will
Word to brodie I will
Turn this dust to gold and blow I'm running through a mine field
I will
Learn to reach my goal, I gotta give it room to grow
I'm planting all the seeds, my roots is giving me the hope
See me in the street and they aint talkin' bout nothin'!
I could take nothing go and turn it into something
No one gave me nothing but I turned it into something
Look at my bricks
Look it at flip
Look what I built
Writing my script
Look how they never was writing my wins
Now they all riding my dick
I'm wavy huh
You in the pool on my ship, gotta Uber to it
Now I just manage a HUMAN and shit
Soon as I'm done you can google the shit
I do not plan on me losing a bit
Money on me you aint losing a bid
Had to believe it to do what I did
One day I'll prolly be touring wit JID
Stamp it
Everything I said happened
Plot it out and then map it
My drive was low I got active
Now I floor it moving through traffic
10 down in my New Balance
And you fools live to do capping
So I moved to a new planet
And I sound like your view when you look through new glasses
In audio form
When I record
Niggas get probably annoyed
Cant nobody body the boy
Press of a button and flows flow
Now I just wait for the kettle to boil
Never was in it for medals and coins
I take my time and turn metal to gold
Shawty pull up like the Helen of Troy
You aint on shit so they settle for toys
Something from nothing I guess it's a choice
Making some noise
Look at the boy
Rappers on a beat but they aint talkin bout nothin!
See me in the street and they aint talkin bout nothin!
I could take nothing go and turn it into something
No one gave me nothing but I turned it into something
The plan is written
None of these rappers batting with em
Battle wit em, what's the matter with em?
Young, fly ass Sudani nigga with the whole state
Fucking with the sound they pull up and support like a probate
Nigga like All State
The game in good hands with the boy
And I kill every beat that I have its a cold case
Don't play
Hoe I'm the rap game OJ
I ain't hard for you to locate
Niggas follow just to note take
Rappers signed and getting no play
Better follow what the form say, nigga
You the label dope man, nigga
Better move that dope k, nigga?
Cause they'll recruit ya, front your future for the low
Show you plaques that could yours
Give you stacks and tell you go
Flip this hundred for us nigga, we need to feed the CEO
Break you off the crumbs that fall and let you sweep em off the floor
Break you off a lil percentage, while they reaping what you sow
Make you think you earned that money but you really lose control
All them lights and all that fame'll have you lose your fuckin soul
Would you rather rent a home or stack them bricks and build your own nigga
Hold up
Nigga fuck the propaganda
Mental bring me down and it get hard to understand
When my family ask for plans I'd rather tell em something random
Shoutout to my pops he really held a nigga down
But the only fear to ever cross my mind is let him down though
Wish he saw the fans that be fuckin wit my style,
Smiling faces in the crowd, with the flashes on they cameras
Question everything like I don't fucking got the answer already
My brother died last year
I cant help but think he might still be here if I answered
Feel like I was dreaming when I seen him in that casket
Before he left he told me keep believing in your passion
And I will
Word to brodie I will
Turn this dust to gold and blow I'm running through a mine field
I will
Learn to reach my goal, I gotta give it room to grow
I'm planting all the seeds, my roots is giving me the hope
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Writer(s): Gihad Salih
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