Nothing Left To Say
Drive into my devined power
Timeless feeling for 5 hours
Rolling haze is my special power
Slip away, don't do white powder
It's a lifestyle, with the black Nikes on
But im still a nice guy, wow
Losing all my friends
But i'm still the same
Plotting against me
They underestimate
Got nothing left to say
Pop one slip away
Infusions in my vains
Got narcotics in my blood, on god take me to heaven's gate
You know i'm on my way
Driving on my lane
OOO, looking like you
OOO, you
Driving on my lane
I can't feel my face
Eyes is low it ain't OK
Every night is on replay
I will remember for myself that i'm both sides with it
You know that i'm winning
I'm only beginning
I'm only beginning
Backing my back into the wall with bredrin
I'm checking my checks and I'm cashing it all
Callin' nine and eleven they non-stop on they phone
While they stare and they envy I pull racks out the wall
Throwin' hundreds and fifties, you know we spend it all
It's a lifestyle, with the black Nikes on
But I'm still a nice guy, wow
East end offender, you might remember
That we was on and off I was lay low and you ain't hit me since December
Do you remember
Do you remember when I thought of you, I'm better on my own
I'm better off my own
I know where I belong
I've never felt so strong so I go on and drop a bomb
And that shit got me like
Goddamn I ain't never had this way
You left me with nothing, nothing left to say
With nothing left to say
Timeless feeling for 5 hours
Rolling haze is my special power
Slip away, don't do white powder
It's a lifestyle, with the black Nikes on
But im still a nice guy, wow
Losing all my friends
But i'm still the same
Plotting against me
They underestimate
Got nothing left to say
Pop one slip away
Infusions in my vains
Got narcotics in my blood, on god take me to heaven's gate
You know i'm on my way
Driving on my lane
OOO, looking like you
OOO, you
Driving on my lane
I can't feel my face
Eyes is low it ain't OK
Every night is on replay
I will remember for myself that i'm both sides with it
You know that i'm winning
I'm only beginning
I'm only beginning
Backing my back into the wall with bredrin
I'm checking my checks and I'm cashing it all
Callin' nine and eleven they non-stop on they phone
While they stare and they envy I pull racks out the wall
Throwin' hundreds and fifties, you know we spend it all
It's a lifestyle, with the black Nikes on
But I'm still a nice guy, wow
East end offender, you might remember
That we was on and off I was lay low and you ain't hit me since December
Do you remember
Do you remember when I thought of you, I'm better on my own
I'm better off my own
I know where I belong
I've never felt so strong so I go on and drop a bomb
And that shit got me like
Goddamn I ain't never had this way
You left me with nothing, nothing left to say
With nothing left to say
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Writer(s): Ilya Guzmán
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