Текст песни Nothin' to Do with Me - Robbie G , Merkules

Yeah, another Young K and Robbie G collaboration, ha
Find your inner outer peace people
Yeah, all that bullshit in the industry
Its got nothing to do with us over here yo
That shit ain′t got nothing to do with me naw
Shit ain't got nothing to do with me naw
That shit ain′t got nothing to do with me naw
Haters talk shit I'm just doin' me
Yeah, got to show them that I got the versatility
Got the weight of the world on my shoulders and it hurts, huh
Lord knows that it′s killin′ me, ability to deal with the pain
Keep it real in the game, still I became
The man that I wanted, cameras be on him
I ain't come from Canada to America panhandling the product
I′m a business, got the stamina to run it
Used to work with my hands, got people handin' me they money, yeah
This here ain′t no stick up, just get up off your ass and bounce
Name gettin' bigger than my cash accounts, giving gifts, pass them out
Two spliffs stay lit, new fade, same kicks, sooth pain take hits
Til we passin′ out, real life, show you what that's about
Word, yeah I came from the bottom
No one knew my name til my name started poppin'
Up on every poster for every show that you go to see
I put the work in everyday there′s no goin′ to sleep
Got three shows every week 'til you know that it′s me huh, yeh 'til
You′re noticing me
I got goals to achieve, put my soul on a beat
I don't need a Rolls Royce I need you rollin′ me with
And I'm falling, I'm falling so hard
The dollars and bottles and models they say
It′s all a part of becomin′ a star but
That shit ain't got nothing to do with me naw
Shit ain′t got nothing to do with me naw
That shit ain't got nothing to do with me naw
Haters talk shit I let the music speak lord
Yeah, now I′m back in the middle of my past
Getting cash when I smash instrumentals
So just pass me the pencil cause I have the utensils
In the back of a rental with a fat cigarillo
Like damn, you see how life switched up
I'm getting money when I used to have a tip cup
It′s like I hiccupped and all my dreams came true
I'm still Cole yea I'm really still the same dude
I′m round three and you still are stuck on phase two
The love fuel the music tell me what the fuck the hate do
I′m out in Maui in an Audi drinkin' grape juice
Feeling like a god motherfucker call me hazeus
Uh, I keep on going by myself
Shows blow up when I show up so I′m rollin out to Guelph
Bottle in my waist boy I hold it by my by belt
I bomb on records yeah I know I'm pretty stealth
Well, what the fuck is left do now
Move out, get bored and buy a new house?
They said Shaq, I got Jordan on my shoes now
I′m the king of the hill and y'all boomhower
That′s the way that the shit storm blows
I'm lost in the matrix, I spits Morse code
I shit a hot verse then I piss more flows
I'm busy having fun, I been in tour mode yeah it′s Merk
And I′m falling, I'm falling so hard
The dollars and bottles and models they say
It′s all a part of becomin' a star but
That shit ain′t got nothing to do with me naw
Shit ain't got nothing to do with me naw
That shit ain′t got nothing to do with me naw
Haters talk shit I let the music speak lord
Yeah, talkin bout more than a whore and of course
Yeah I been at war here to show you all what I did it for
A little different than what you
Listenin' delivering' the package in the flesh
Cut the middleman, you killed hip-hop, I brought it back from the dead
Undeniable, the one to try to pull the wool over your eyes
Wolf in sheep′s clothing, know the disguise
If you need it then I got the shoulder to cry
Fall in love with this it got you balling up a fist
All of them is gullible they followin′ the radio
Tryin' to get the point across but none of them listen
Got tracks that′ll bump in your system so
Go and turn the level up, turn the level up
They made a deal with the devil now it's time to settle up
While the winner′s saying better luck next time
This to all the people, said I never would get mine
Now I got what I deserve
Talk is cheap, time is money, mine ain't free cause I always work
But I never but the dollar first
On the come up wonderin′ how I come up with all the words
To express what I feel let's keep it real
Like to climb high but the fall it hurts
If I fall, I fall feet first, Stay Grounded
And I'm falling, I′m falling so hard
The dollars and bottles and models they say
It′s all a part of becomin' a star but
That shit ain′t got nothing to do with me naw
Shit ain't got nothing to do with me naw
That shit ain′t got nothing to do with me naw
Haters talk shit I let the music speak lord