NOTHING TO LOSE
Chopping up, work everyday
Remember back in them days?
Slave for a minimum wage
I'd rather be broke and in jail
Work for my dreams, since sixteen
Addicted to cash and the life with the fame
I don't do this shit for a little chain
I'm doing this shit for fulfillment in my life
I wanna prove that living comfortable means ain't dying with regret
I don't really want that shit
Hundred in the bag you know how I play
I be spitting on tracks its a mac you know how I spray
Give them something new so they know how I play
I be in the gym so you know I'm pulling my weight
People who talk too much look at the state
You don't do shit in life we don't relate
These songs all we got, the shit we create
It don't matter what happens this life just feels like it's fate
I speak money you don't I can't really translate
Shit I'm living life, grinding it's been great
I don't really want negativity
Roll up an ex old hobby list
Hop on a track and yea, I bodied this
Changed for the better, got some people provocative
If I didn't I'd still be used like a floppy disc
Got a new life and I'm making advancements
Bankrolled up, thats what the plan is
Found me again, and tried to be friends
Like goddamn, what are the chances
Nine to five? nah fuck that, I'd rather be stuck in hell
An office cubicle to me, looks like a fuckin prison cell
Wait for the day, when I make it big, bill boards and Grammys, ill be the shit
Vibes after vibes, just keep making hits, its my time to shine, now lets get lit
Only speak what I believe in and thats why I'mma say
That I'm gonna make it, some fuckin day
And to the haters and the doubters I got something to prove
I'mma make them say, damn he did what I could never do
Got something to prove but nothing to lose
Got something to use and something to move
Got something to show but not many views
Check in the closet, not many shoes
Check in my grind, there's no excuse
Life is a mystery I'm looking for clues
Leaving some damage, leaving a bruise
I'm just gonna wait, until you reach my level
Chilling with god, no I ain't no devil
It don't matter if you special
If the cars you flexing, they always be rental
Beating up the game, I'm not really gentle
I just want a bag, I don't wanna drag
All this shit is coming from the brain
554 that's how we be we pulling to Spain
Ride with the mob, we ain't no plain janes
If you speaking of someone, say their name in vain
People be switching, I think they gon insane
They turning they back, they ask for shit again
Remember back in them days?
Slave for a minimum wage
I'd rather be broke and in jail
Work for my dreams, since sixteen
Addicted to cash and the life with the fame
I don't do this shit for a little chain
I'm doing this shit for fulfillment in my life
I wanna prove that living comfortable means ain't dying with regret
I don't really want that shit
Hundred in the bag you know how I play
I be spitting on tracks its a mac you know how I spray
Give them something new so they know how I play
I be in the gym so you know I'm pulling my weight
People who talk too much look at the state
You don't do shit in life we don't relate
These songs all we got, the shit we create
It don't matter what happens this life just feels like it's fate
I speak money you don't I can't really translate
Shit I'm living life, grinding it's been great
I don't really want negativity
Roll up an ex old hobby list
Hop on a track and yea, I bodied this
Changed for the better, got some people provocative
If I didn't I'd still be used like a floppy disc
Got a new life and I'm making advancements
Bankrolled up, thats what the plan is
Found me again, and tried to be friends
Like goddamn, what are the chances
Nine to five? nah fuck that, I'd rather be stuck in hell
An office cubicle to me, looks like a fuckin prison cell
Wait for the day, when I make it big, bill boards and Grammys, ill be the shit
Vibes after vibes, just keep making hits, its my time to shine, now lets get lit
Only speak what I believe in and thats why I'mma say
That I'm gonna make it, some fuckin day
And to the haters and the doubters I got something to prove
I'mma make them say, damn he did what I could never do
Got something to prove but nothing to lose
Got something to use and something to move
Got something to show but not many views
Check in the closet, not many shoes
Check in my grind, there's no excuse
Life is a mystery I'm looking for clues
Leaving some damage, leaving a bruise
I'm just gonna wait, until you reach my level
Chilling with god, no I ain't no devil
It don't matter if you special
If the cars you flexing, they always be rental
Beating up the game, I'm not really gentle
I just want a bag, I don't wanna drag
All this shit is coming from the brain
554 that's how we be we pulling to Spain
Ride with the mob, we ain't no plain janes
If you speaking of someone, say their name in vain
People be switching, I think they gon insane
They turning they back, they ask for shit again
Credits
Writer(s): Juan Marquinez
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