Intro to Nothing
Real talk, this my saga of Woe
Fuck a honey-bunny shit, I'm too lit
Uh! No temper tantrums
You took it all from me and then some
Took it all to where it began from
Then you held my soul ransom
Until you got paid in my pain, the sum was too handsome
Like playing Mortal Kombat you a fatal attraction
Got me mashin' X and O's, jumpin' every direction
If my life is a movie I wonder who's the director
Till the day I met you a fella was having a blast aight?
I'm finna spaz, aight
You could sneeze a hundred times and still not be blessed, aight
I get killed a hundred times, still not be whacked, aight
Pussy an appetizer, then a glass of Italian wine
There, I've said my goodbyes
Uh! Two p's in the word "rapper"
Pussy and pain is all I ever talk on records
I know I tend to cuss a lot
But fuck the fact that
English ain't even my native language
I'm here to turn the fuck up and not turn the F up
I'm here to keep some haters up at night like the caffeine
I'm here to suppress any effort that's against effort
I spit my feelings on these beats
And that's the purpose of a rapper, man
They steady plottin' and praying they break the master plan
I'm steady rocking dem stadiums
Writing my heart out on paper
So you can make a paper crane outta that
Not gettin' reincarnated but I got my legacy back (Facts)
We saints and sinners
We ain't the villains
The fame will grill us
If not - then we paint the ceiling
We give haters an outlet
For the rage they feelin'
And I ain't trynna say shit
But would a "thank you" kill 'em? (Huh?)
I'm ready to take a joke from these clowns
They laid off
Cirque du Soleil ain't got no work for these clowns
Fuck a rage talk
I'm trynna put some 0's next to 1's like I'm writing code
Try and take my grind, I hold it down like I'm mining gold
Flexin' with some money boy, that money be mighty old
Flexin' with some muscles boy, I'm still way too hard with the flow
All you want's a house next to mine, you get second-hand smoke
Know you want yo' spouse by your side but she's having a choke!
I got 'em! I mean she's havin' a... choke!
Fuck a honey-bunny shit, I'm too lit
Uh! No temper tantrums
You took it all from me and then some
Took it all to where it began from
Then you held my soul ransom
Until you got paid in my pain, the sum was too handsome
Like playing Mortal Kombat you a fatal attraction
Got me mashin' X and O's, jumpin' every direction
If my life is a movie I wonder who's the director
Till the day I met you a fella was having a blast aight?
I'm finna spaz, aight
You could sneeze a hundred times and still not be blessed, aight
I get killed a hundred times, still not be whacked, aight
Pussy an appetizer, then a glass of Italian wine
There, I've said my goodbyes
Uh! Two p's in the word "rapper"
Pussy and pain is all I ever talk on records
I know I tend to cuss a lot
But fuck the fact that
English ain't even my native language
I'm here to turn the fuck up and not turn the F up
I'm here to keep some haters up at night like the caffeine
I'm here to suppress any effort that's against effort
I spit my feelings on these beats
And that's the purpose of a rapper, man
They steady plottin' and praying they break the master plan
I'm steady rocking dem stadiums
Writing my heart out on paper
So you can make a paper crane outta that
Not gettin' reincarnated but I got my legacy back (Facts)
We saints and sinners
We ain't the villains
The fame will grill us
If not - then we paint the ceiling
We give haters an outlet
For the rage they feelin'
And I ain't trynna say shit
But would a "thank you" kill 'em? (Huh?)
I'm ready to take a joke from these clowns
They laid off
Cirque du Soleil ain't got no work for these clowns
Fuck a rage talk
I'm trynna put some 0's next to 1's like I'm writing code
Try and take my grind, I hold it down like I'm mining gold
Flexin' with some money boy, that money be mighty old
Flexin' with some muscles boy, I'm still way too hard with the flow
All you want's a house next to mine, you get second-hand smoke
Know you want yo' spouse by your side but she's having a choke!
I got 'em! I mean she's havin' a... choke!
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