Nothing On Me

I hear these kids and they trying to spit
But they sound so ass and I am the shit
No, you got nothing on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothing on me, boy, no-nothing on me)
You got nothing on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothing on me, boy, no-nothing on me)
They tell they friends that they're gonna blow
Once they on the stage, everybody go home
No, you got nothing on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothing on me, boy, no-nothing on me)
You got nothing on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothing on me, boy, no-nothing on me)

The youngin spitting like tobacco, sharper than X-ACTO
Knives, flow tighter than a lasso
Louis shades on, my movie star shit
Looking like I'm dressed for the fucking red carpet
You look like your outfit from Target
With a bitch that smell like a armpit
Damn, that pussy stink, need to keep it clean
Do it like a kids movie
Homie, keep it G, PG-13, TV big screen
Been getting money since the boy was fifteen
But I spend it when I get it, Q wanting me to save it
But I tend to wanna blow it when I make it
Used to drop verses in a dirty-ass basement
Now I'm recording at places that Lil Wayne spit
Shit, the future seem brighter than some neon
Bitch, I'm just a dog tryna find a tree to pee on
Infinity and beyond, beyond
Thinking you can beat me? Dream on, dream on
I'm so hard, got more bars than a damn jail yard
You slow like them damn little snails are
Now you in space with a star
So just chill for a second, play the background
Haha, it's time to make room for the class clown

I hear these kids and they trying to spit
But they sound so ass and I am the shit
No, you got nothing on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothing on me, boy, no-nothing on me)
You got nothing on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothing on me, boy, no-nothing on me)
They tell they friends that they're gonna blow
Once they on the stage, everybody go home
No, you got nothing on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothing on me, boy, no-nothing on me)
You got nothing on me, boy (I just wanna one-take it for ya, Jerm)
(No-no-no-nothing on me, boy, no-nothing on me; hey, look, uh)

Labelled as a young man, don't wanna get old
Little thing called hip-hop stuck on my soul
Bumping my shit coming up to a show
Well, it seems this youngin here looking like a pro
Now I look fresh, but I always had hoes
We the style, yeah, always had those
Gone so long, now I'm coming back home
So many calls, gotta get another phone
Just to deal with the day-to-day routine
But I'll always make a little time to dream
Come with me, you could learn a few things
No, I'm good, don't need a mood ring
Hey, hip-hop's little brother like Phonte
Little league, no Danny Almonte
Bomb haze got me rising like Andre
Chilling, counting money with a couple of my hombres

I hear these kids and they trying to spit
But they sound so ass and I am the shit
No, you got nothing on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothing on me, boy, no-nothing on me)
You got nothing on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothing on me, boy, no-nothing on me)
They tell they friends that they're gonna blow
Once they on the stage, everybody go home
No, you got nothing on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothing on me, boy, no-nothing on me)
You got nothing on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothing on me, boy, no-nothing on me)