Lyrics Nothin' - Tech N9ne Collabos

I used to press my Dickies with Stay Flo
Sold pieces for my reli, chasin′ peso
Now they want me with nothin' ′cause I let my pay show
So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the bass go
On you hatin' ass niggaz
I deserve everythin' I get, a creatin′ cash getter
I ain′t puttin the 2 on the 10, I'm makin′ vast figures
You fags bitter, mad wanna be fakin' class with us
How they thinkin′ they gonna come and conquer us?
Little Mini Cooper hatin' on a monster truck
Ponder such, I′ll have you up in yonder stuck
Not a nare nutta brotha stutter that conjure a
Nothin', nathin', the ruger′s penetration
Inside of ya head, it was soundin′ like it's bassin′
Boom, bing, bang all you haters in the game
Strange lane, takin' aim, ain′t a damn thang sane
I get it in, want some drama? Well, I can fit it in
We can make it so you're no longer a citizen
Suction from beneath you, we just a little dust′n
All because I'm bringin' the bucks in
They wanna leave me with nothin′, huh uh
But they ain′t talkin' about nothin′, huh uh
So I ain't trippin′ on nothin', huh uh
They come to get me, I′m bustin', uh huh
They wanna leave me with nothin', huh uh
But they ain′t talkin′ about nothin', huh uh
So I ain′t trippin' on nothin′, huh uh
They come to get me, I'm bustin′, bustin', uh huh
On the block it was hot to not to run from the cops
I used to cop and used to chop and dump my rocks at Ms. Scott's
And on the late night at Ms. White′s, I′m fuckin' with Will
We used to play fight, then one night, we came up with Vill
Young thugs dump drugs, nigga hungry for meals
Young thugs jumped blood, nigga itchin′ for kills
Shit was real in the field, man, this shit was too real
Lost my homies to this shit, man, this shit is for real
But nigga, nowadays the streets, they go hard on a hustla
All these pussy niggaz rattin' so us real niggaz suffer
Not plentiful for me no more, it′s hoes in the game
Since I smell when paper foldin', man, I rollin′ with strange
Pour some whiskey, party with me, tell the Feds if they miss me
They ain't comin' for me now, then nigga, bet they don′t get me
So all you muthafuckin′ sucka niggaz wishin' me gone
Big homie, Strange Music, Resurrection, I′m home
They wanna leave me with nothin', huh uh
But they ain′t talkin' about nothin′, huh uh
So I ain't trippin' on nothin′, huh uh
They come to get me, I′m bustin', uh huh
They wanna leave me with nothin′, huh uh
But they ain't talkin′ about nothin', huh uh
So I ain′t trippin' on nothin', huh uh
They come to get me, I′m bustin′, bustin', uh huh
All I do is sell dope and nigga talk bricks
Talk with bananas and talk clips
Ride around and smoke kush with the yurner on me
Drink them champagne bottles with the flower on ′em
All that talkin' what, will get a nigga a hit
You see them cherry red Chucks? Yeah, I′m with the shit
Anyway I bounce out, man, I hit 'em up
And I′ll lock up with you, we could get 'em up
I still wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom
They call me 19 5 'cause a nigga got ′em
Click clack, nigga yanka get yanked on
There′s been alotta hatin', nigga since I came home
Anything a nigga do, homie, it′s Federal
And come with football numbers in the level 4
They wanna be a nigga dead, man, but nathin'
Tech fucked them muthafuckaz, they could keep hatin′
They wanna leave me with nothin', huh uh
But they ain′t talkin' about nothin', huh uh
So I ain′t trippin′ on nothin', huh uh
They come to get me, I′m bustin', uh huh
They wanna leave me with nothin′, huh uh
But they ain't talkin′ about nothin', huh uh
So I ain't trippin′ on nothin′, huh uh
They come to get me, I'm bustin′, bustin', uh huh