Nothin' New
Ima stay solid, nothing new
They gone holler I'm a problem, nothing new
But they don't wanna see me wylin, nothing new
How I keep 'em in their pocket? something new
Right
Ima stay solid, nothing new
They gone holler I'm a problem, nothing new
But they don't wanna see me wylin, nothing new
How I keep 'em in their pocket? something new
Smiling ear to ear when I'm mortified
Stood on my feet now they horrified
Oh hey
Tell all my truth when its story time
Cause they gone leave out everything that got you glorified
But this is more than hype this is more than rumors
This is more than self values dependency on consumers
This that take a shot at destiny by sticking to my guns
Giving everything that's been hidden in my lungs
Devidends'll come first you gotta stand for something, fools
Will either fall in line or niggas gonna fall under you
There's barely ever sleep in the belly of the beast
Where they get ulcers from lying don't think they gone stomach you
Ima stay solid, nothing new
They gone holler I'm a problem, nothing new
But they don't wanna see me wylin, nothing new
How I keep 'em in their pocket? something new
Right
Ima stay solid, nothing new
They gone holler I'm a problem, nothing new
But they don't wanna see me wylin, nothing new
How I keep 'em in their pocket? something new
What make me authentic should never be in question
Where legacy's dependant on projections we invest in
I show 'em what they need to see, so eagerly
Divinity got me clearing the air frequently
Yet got 'em feeling they in hell when they breathe in the space that clings to me
You can't kill or hurt a nigga at this frequency
It's a soundclash, loud words you repeat to me
Just to sound bad, but my actions make noise increasingly
Where we found at? Bronx is my soil
Streets serpent like don't get lost in the coils
Let fallen adore you
Might think I evolved into royal
But you like me my boy you just born with it on you
Ima stay solid, nothing new
They gone holler I'm a problem, nothing new
But they don't wanna see me wylin, nothing new
How I keep 'em in their pocket? something new
Right
Ima stay solid, nothing new
They gone holler I'm a problem, nothing new
But they don't wanna see me wylin, nothing new
How I keep 'em in their pocket? something new
I got
No tolerance for manipulated acknowledgments
Pretend to be stimulated by niggas fake accomplishments
You live and you learn, like I'm the consequence you niggas deserve
You're witnessing as a resistance occurs
They unaware of who they're playing with
It's hard to stay legit
Be unscathed in this as Hot97s do shady shit
Using your dreams, illusions and schemes by Team Backpack
Not to mention Including a fee for feedback that's
Of value but now you should ease back fact
Of the matter its funny style
You only get views from others putting money down
Limited exposure from syndicates of posers
I love what I do but won't be a victim of this culture
Artists seen still as slaves, make 'em feel the rage
When I hit the page, watching everything you built decay
No concealing ways that'll reveal you're snakes
Fraudulent slots cause someone in your spot got fuckin' a bill to pay
I get it, I know the game and I know life's no fair
We just putting up your stock when we buy those shares
Just know there's no market without the artist, this our world
You niggas should just be in orbit happy we even talking
We don't put our mics on you can't keep your lights on
Internet blew then you been a wreck too late to right wrongs
No repentin' it ooo your worst nightmares coming true
Your mistakes are immortal nigga that ain't nothing new
They gone holler I'm a problem, nothing new
But they don't wanna see me wylin, nothing new
How I keep 'em in their pocket? something new
Right
Ima stay solid, nothing new
They gone holler I'm a problem, nothing new
But they don't wanna see me wylin, nothing new
How I keep 'em in their pocket? something new
Smiling ear to ear when I'm mortified
Stood on my feet now they horrified
Oh hey
Tell all my truth when its story time
Cause they gone leave out everything that got you glorified
But this is more than hype this is more than rumors
This is more than self values dependency on consumers
This that take a shot at destiny by sticking to my guns
Giving everything that's been hidden in my lungs
Devidends'll come first you gotta stand for something, fools
Will either fall in line or niggas gonna fall under you
There's barely ever sleep in the belly of the beast
Where they get ulcers from lying don't think they gone stomach you
Ima stay solid, nothing new
They gone holler I'm a problem, nothing new
But they don't wanna see me wylin, nothing new
How I keep 'em in their pocket? something new
Right
Ima stay solid, nothing new
They gone holler I'm a problem, nothing new
But they don't wanna see me wylin, nothing new
How I keep 'em in their pocket? something new
What make me authentic should never be in question
Where legacy's dependant on projections we invest in
I show 'em what they need to see, so eagerly
Divinity got me clearing the air frequently
Yet got 'em feeling they in hell when they breathe in the space that clings to me
You can't kill or hurt a nigga at this frequency
It's a soundclash, loud words you repeat to me
Just to sound bad, but my actions make noise increasingly
Where we found at? Bronx is my soil
Streets serpent like don't get lost in the coils
Let fallen adore you
Might think I evolved into royal
But you like me my boy you just born with it on you
Ima stay solid, nothing new
They gone holler I'm a problem, nothing new
But they don't wanna see me wylin, nothing new
How I keep 'em in their pocket? something new
Right
Ima stay solid, nothing new
They gone holler I'm a problem, nothing new
But they don't wanna see me wylin, nothing new
How I keep 'em in their pocket? something new
I got
No tolerance for manipulated acknowledgments
Pretend to be stimulated by niggas fake accomplishments
You live and you learn, like I'm the consequence you niggas deserve
You're witnessing as a resistance occurs
They unaware of who they're playing with
It's hard to stay legit
Be unscathed in this as Hot97s do shady shit
Using your dreams, illusions and schemes by Team Backpack
Not to mention Including a fee for feedback that's
Of value but now you should ease back fact
Of the matter its funny style
You only get views from others putting money down
Limited exposure from syndicates of posers
I love what I do but won't be a victim of this culture
Artists seen still as slaves, make 'em feel the rage
When I hit the page, watching everything you built decay
No concealing ways that'll reveal you're snakes
Fraudulent slots cause someone in your spot got fuckin' a bill to pay
I get it, I know the game and I know life's no fair
We just putting up your stock when we buy those shares
Just know there's no market without the artist, this our world
You niggas should just be in orbit happy we even talking
We don't put our mics on you can't keep your lights on
Internet blew then you been a wreck too late to right wrongs
No repentin' it ooo your worst nightmares coming true
Your mistakes are immortal nigga that ain't nothing new
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Writer(s): Romello Holman
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