Nothing to Hide

My path will someday haunt me (hum)
Even though I have nothing to hide (yeah)
Hide, nothing, nothing

Zero to conceal, fear a caliber of forty
Real and righteous, fighting stormy clouds that follow
Vials of today is my lotto tomorrow
Gripping a bottle, sipping that purp crown royal

Loyalty and money's like water and oil mixing
What was I thinking bringing seeds into this world
Fairy tale years shed a struggle's pale tears
Assistant on a weapon, deceased, my sister's weeping

Keeping the fury full adds dirt to my burial
I'm gripping on a piece so my fam' can see peace
A rare experience under the heaven we beneath
My expense is war until my temple's deceased

Yo, levels of terror, gooned out era
Behind the all-seeing pharaoh, fury out of order
Slow burn potent ashes in the urn in Florida
Crows fly backwards, White Owls burn

The pistons lost to the Spurs, my mind off, disturbed
See these rhymes like a taxi, my way off the curb
National scenes blurred, my story words should serve
Run no pedal tracks free like gold medal athletes

Cast off, islands away just to think
Blink and life gone, But my mic still on
Maintain tunnel back like time machine mind frame
When gas was ninety-nine cents and mines was plain

Minus thinking 'bout how the nine would aim if the time had came
Yeah, yo, murderous nervousness, life full of turbulence
Yeah, wild orphanage, never off the hip

Hey yo, hey that's what we talk man, yo, what I feel
I feel like I'm gon', uh, I'm gon'

Zero to sixty-six in just six seconds
Mind concealed, I'm a felon for this weapon
With two strikes, sweating hard, begging for a foul
With my family on my mind, getting calls from prison walls

My tummy touching, brain cells hanging by nails
And my cash flow moving like a boat when it sails
Real steady but my nightmares worser then Freddy
And the load on my back that I'm holding is getting heavy

But still ready, puffing on my pride like a roach
Possessing nothing but my word, few pistols and hopes
I'm tired of dreaming, fascination running too wild
And the sirens getting closer like the law with a case

I'd rather die before motherfuckers spit in my face
So, stay in your place, before the gun leave off the waist
And I'm up in your residence, invading your space
Melting hearts, body parts, like the weed when it's laced

And keep it moving like the first of the month with that yeah
It's everyday in this jungle that I'm living, I'm loving
Corruption gotta nigga feeling like a reason for thugging
And I'm hugging blocks more than I'm hugging my women

Got me tossing in my sleep, dreaming I'm D. Goddin
Casualties when I squeeze and it leaves the iron
Providing chalk line and if my daughter's crying, I ain't lying



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Cross, Justin Cross, Aundre Woodland, J Scrilla
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