Nothing on Me

LETRA

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 (not not not nothing on me boy.not nothing on me)
You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy..not nothing on me)
They tell their friends that they're gonna blow
Once they on the stage everybody go home
No you got nothing on me boy
You got nothing on me boy

The youngin spitting like tobacco sharper than a xacto
Knives, flow tighter than a lasso
Louis shades on, my movie star shit
Looking like I'm dressed for the fuc*** red carpet
You look like your outfit from Target
With a bitch that smells like an armpit
Damn that pu*** 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 15
But I spend it when I get it q wanted me to save it
But I tell you wanna blow it when I make it
Used to drop verses in the 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 the star
So just chill for a second play the background
Ha Ha
Its 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 (not not not nothing on me boy.not nothing on me)
You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy..not nothing on me)
They tell their friends that they're gonna blow
Once they on the stage everybody go home
No you got nothing on me boy
You got nothing on me boy

Hey.. look.. ah
Labelled as a young man don't wanna get old
Little thing called hip hop stuck on my soul
Bumpin 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 just tell yea 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 (not not not nothing on me boy.not nothing on me)
You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy..not nothing on me)
They tell their friends that they're gonna blow
Once they on the stage everybody go home
No you got nothing on me boy
You got nothing on me boy