Lyrics:
We ain't trying to listen y'all can't tell us nothing
Only thing that you can do is sell us something
We ain't trying to listen y'all can't tell us
really I'm grateful (Ella)
(Maybach Music)
I'm still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by
Watchin' the sun rise
Why don't you
robbing (pop, pop, pop)
Born with nothing but I'll die for something (true)
I 'd die for the troop (troop)
I ride for the crew (crew)
Try to fuck with me
but now I got something
I had nothing but now I got something (I got something)
I had nothing but now I got something
I had nothing but now I got
nothing but the big guns
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas
Feel my though, You don't
Turkmenistan looks like something or another
Tunisia and Albania look like each other
South Africa's too wobbly
Bulgaria's too knobbly
Brazil is too triangular
something whodi please hold your mess
[Verse One]
I been having Rovers, been having TV's, been having begets in my ears
So ain't nothing new with this bling
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
something to play with (x3)
You got nothing!
Can you believe how we're perceived by the strangers
Holes in my Chuck Taylors, must be so dangerous
New
that envy me and say I ain't about nothing and everthing you see
my names on something
Flawless, outlandish, unique complete, off the wall technique I
Hey, what's up?
I want to dedicate this one
To all my ballers, shot callers, ha
You know how we do
We turned nothing into something
From
the south when we was n south trapping
Pistol for the action we was tryna make it happen
I remember back when I was broke and wasn't having
Made something
wrong nigga
Ain't nothing sweet about my techniques
You checking for my breathless
Quotes I wrote deadly
My history so thoroughly involves destruction
and shaping
The world that we know
Creating, inflating
Blow by blow
Nothing exists
That was not formed by this LOVE
Benevolent care
Coming down from above
With
to the south
Where the walls are dressed with diamonds and they're worth nothing at all
Perfection isn't priceless in the hills of cvalon
Have you ever tried
was German, or even Italian. Pippo epitomized the identity of the enemy as something fluid and ambiguous — the destruction brought by
hustling for
My name black thought
The definition of raw
I was born in South Philly
On a cement floor
I had nothing at all
Had to knuckle and brawl
If I ain't on nothing then I'm probably on the south side
I'm the type of nigga that will have yo pussy stretch wide
You know I'm the nigga that you
to a land the animals Live lavish
For sure I won't be dehumanized By my own kind
No
I won't be mutilated for nothing no !
I could only grow there chemistry
Well they don't start callin it country till your south of Kankakee.
That big city music means nothing to me
I like songs about stars and bars
dying for something instead of living for nothing
End of discussion
[Chorus]
Hey, ain't no more talk
Just start killing niggas off till ain't no
Had to take the trip down south with it
Skeletons come alive
Skeletons come alive
Had to take the trip down south with it
Down south
But you're dead
your friends
Gotta say the same we play pretend
Playing round like we see nothing there
Don't you see something there?
But when I got you all alone
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