Nothing
Shanein, whatup!
Someone called the cops on him.
Someone told us pops on him.
He was talking crooked and he had some rocks on him.
Tucked in his socks on him.
Chucks in the Charlotte Hornet.
Cap when he flowed,
then they all surprised on him.
Yes, he's a Fuji, but he go all Nas on him.
Well,
can't go prize on him.
Ah,
and he got that crossover.
But he from the streets, you don't crossover.
Hut to the block so.
To the boat.
Nope.
No, I don't know.
Pilots.
*, I know pirates.
Violence, the island shout out to my hijinks.
Put your hands up like it's a motherfucking siren.
Oh,
nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
No, no, nothing.
No, nothing.
No, nothing.
I
used to stand up burning in tin,
burning the spliff,
burn on hip,
wishing to flip a
bird,
yak burning my chest,
black sirtium dress,
strictly that army *,
finish my
shift,
pack gone before the dawn hit,
anything I could earn in the strip,
turning and flip,
watching my back,
cooking that pot,
making it straight,
discussion with my clique,
should
we duct tape the connect,
it's rough and K9 knows he had the same woes,
I'm voicing my
opinions,
I forgot y'all was there,
I ain't know y'all was still listening,
be honest I ain't care,
y'all get my innuendos,
my interest,
y'all on some simple *,
thinking I'm preachy,
yeah my church is the world,
precious ship,
a cup of this holy water,
stuck at this phony border,
it's custom to enter the mainstream,
you must front and report a part of oratory,
your life story corny,
yo my Somali niggas know what war be,
we fam,
yeah,
I
got nothing,
if you been
in a war for years,
it makes you an animal,
no rules to this *,
they burn
God's manuals,
ask Emmanuel,
some niggas turn cannibals out in the desert,
resort to eating
their mans in them,
now that's nothing to lose and a little less luck I might have been
in they shoes,
picture that,
yours truly having bitten and chewed,
spit it out god forbid
I would literally choose death over dishonor this rhyme of pursues,
smoke penmanship cause
he spit chronicle truths, yeah,
and them same niggas,
some of them out in Canada managing
meager jobs,
some of you get to get a heater and then take the beaver hostage,
gangsters
that'll cut your dick off,
saves you heart,
I call that taking a piss,
for you retards
who thought I forgot where I reigned from,
I came from
nothing to lose
I got nothing