NADA
We get dollars, we shot callers
You a spark, we burn hotter
We the lead, you just follow
All I've done, you've done nada
That means none, you get nada
Just a crumb, why you bother?
Goodbye bum, you get nada
Sit down son, you get nada
I don’t have time to call a bitch out
I’m busy making moves, you busy running your mouth
Try to play me, make a fool of yourself
And just know that I’d rather fail than ever ask for your help
Run your mouth so long like you're training for a marathon
I’ll get it on my own don’t need you to put me on
Better think twice ‘fore you start what you can’t finish hun
Go get a board if you wanna ride the wave
I know what I said but it’s another day
I know what I said but I’m changing the play
I’m full of surprises like meals for the kids
And they all want a piece so they placing they bids
Pat ‘em on the head while I’m fixing their bibs
Keep throwin’ a fit, put you back in your crib
Keep 'em Mr. Feenie, put a fence in between
We got one thing in common, we both doing me
Got so many tabs on me, it’s just my name in your search history
I only get better when they plot on me
Y’all crabs in a bucket, I’m a fish in the sea
We get dollars, we shot callers
You a spark, we burn hotter
We the lead, you just follow
All I've done, you've done nada
That means none, you get nada
Just a crumb, why you bother?
Goodbye bum, you get nada
Sit down son, you get nada
You in the backseat of a taxi and you think you calling the shots?
You think that the drop-off is the top spot but you stopping wherever he stops
You get nada and bitch that means none
Bit me off and can't chew, I got stuck in your throat
These bitches want fire but they don't want smoke
Dead men tell no tales
Billionaire status, dead in his cell
Oh, you can’t stand me? Then sit the fuck down
Won’t dilute myself, I fear I might drown
Can be hard to swallow, I got 'em all choking
I’m stuck in their throats cause my thoughts is provoking
I bid ‘em farewell, I’m wishing ‘em well
I see that they’re fake and they know I can tell
No hard feelings, I’m wishing you well
Can't be alone, you afraid of yourself
Can’t box me in, I'm not stuck in a cell
Told you before... I do not need your help
They don’t like me these bitches is tight
Put ‘em to rest, I kiss ‘em goodnight
I am unwell, bitch, my head ain’t right
I’m a little crazy but he say that’s his type
Sending calculated shots, yea call me a snipe
Try to play me but that’s when I thrive
'Cause that’s what I’m used to: me, myself, and I
If it don’t make sense, then I don’t spend time
You been playing so long and still can’t get it right
Your head's in the clouds like a goddamn kite
You been saying “just wait” but I know that it’s bait
You’ll be saying “just wait” for the rest of your life