Nothing

[Intro] Fly money shit Niggas always love this type of shit, nigga You know what I'm sayin'? This is for the fuckin' skunks out there, nigga For the fuckin' robbers, nigga And angry niggas, man For real, man, it don't stop It never did, nigga, neither Real rap, nigga Let's go in, nigga, stop playin' with these niggas, man [Verse 1] Yeah There he go, flashing his armor Army jacket, jumping in a new, Fisk Karma Project niggas, low garments Tolerance level is low Dough fly through, yep, we on it Yeah Scheming in the back of the Benzes Hundred shot, AK, straight off your lenses Do it again, screw-face, a new face up again This is how I know it's a win You know we pop rappers down, and them broke actors Tax athletes, yap you at the track meet, black Keep it a thousand while we slap niggas right in they houses Let's take the jewelry off, you unannounced, kid Real niggas know, real niggas'll blow At any given second, it's real, gimme the "Go" And I'ma tear one of y'all apart slow Then scar you with one of these daggers Then drag you through the snow, what? [Chorus] When you take another man's pride or put him outside his character Got the MAC in his mouth, he yellin' (I have nothing) (I, I have nothing) When you dealin' with shorts that ain't a lot, it's just a knot And your pockets on silt, yellin', "Kill something now", because (I have nothing) (I, I have nothing) [Verse 2] Yeah, it's one thirty, I'm worthy and dirty Stepped off the elevator, spray game curvy Strep throat, less flow herb me Ready to catch somethin', snatch somethin' up, word to Ernie Yeah, we hillbillies, all of the real willies Smoke grass, pop mollies, call him a pill-billy Catch him in the field, do him real silly Puddle of blood in the mud, that's for frontin', lookin' real leery Grab the flex-and-relax niggas Automatic tax, not askin', get your jawbone fractured We can make a mess or do it classy I'm talkin' to you, you in the red leather Niggas wear lead leathers He felt bad but respected me Pass the watch and the chain off respectably Moseyed off, ran through Schenectady We ain't amongst none of them niggas, all them niggas sextin' me [Chorus] When you take another man's pride or put him outside his character Got the MAC in his mouth, he yellin' (I have nothing) (I, I have nothing) When you dealin' with shorts that ain't a lot, it's just a knot And your pockets on silt, yellin', "Kill something now", because (I have nothing) (I, I have nothing)