Nothing To Me

(álbum: When I Was Dead - 2023)

This shit mean nothing to me
I'm so heartless with this shit, you ain't take nothing from 'em
Grabbed this AP when it slip and then they shot your cousin
I might stand up in the pussy, but I'ma fall in love
Bae let's rise above
I've been dodging horns
I be running from the pigs, I feel like Martin Lawrence
I was a snotty nose little kid, I feel like Meech
I've been blowing money quick, I feel like Reeve's
I spent three hundred for this shit, you say I shot your mama
Why you lying on me and shit 'cause I was in Bahamas?
Playing poker, drinking crisp and smoking weed
I ain't never going to admit the shit I seen
I ain't never going to admit—
I spent forty on that bitch because she bean
I ain't no rat, I don't eat nothing with no cheese
This a dirty Glock in these Amiri jeans
Even though I'm from the ugly, bitch, I'm clean
I just talked to Gotti, say he know my secrets
I be killing shit and think he don't see it
I'm with the mafia, they know I'm demon
And, I bet you always see me in your dreams
I'm born and raised Pompanoya, I'm on leave
I miss my blue Toyota, it got seized
Syko on the way he pulling up with Keef
I say, "Don't even come if y'all don't got no trees"
I keep a tree branch, yeah, dirty sticks
Six shooters, I don't need a thirty-clip
Dead flowers, I like guns and roses
AK-47s and whole lot of motion
AK-47s and whole lot of motion (Say, yeah)
AK-47s and whole lot of motion
AK-47s and whole lot of motion nigga
I pay the studio session serving fiends
Your bitch in here popping pussy, popping beans
Yet my nigga fell out with me for no reason
And he know he fucked up in his ear
'Cause he already know how I be
Probably put that boy to sleep when I see him
Fuck the F-E-D-S, A-B-C's I'm a lil nigga, but I'ma step, that's on my Zs
Fuck the fame, I'm rocking Prada with the Re's
I told my nigga, "Just follow my lead"
I'ma rundown on a nigga, bitch, freeze
I'm tryna tell ya, baby, I got what you need