Nothing On Me

(Chorus)

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

(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)



The youngin spitting like tobacco sharper than a jacto

Now flow tighter than a lasso

Louis shade on my movie star shit

looking like I'm dressed for the fucking red carpet

you look like your outfit from target

what a bitch that smells like an armpit

Damn that pussy 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 up 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 im just a dog tryna find a tree to pee on

Infinity and beyond beyond

thinking you can beat me? Dream on(dream on)

Im 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 fool for the class clown...



(Chorus)

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

(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)



Hey.. look.. ah

Labelled as a young man dont wanna get old

Little thing called hip hop stuck on my soul

Loving 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 dont need a new ring

Hey! Hip hop's little brother like fonte

Little league no Danny Almonte

Bomb haze got me rising like Andre

Chilling, counting money with a couple of my own hombres



(Chorus)

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

(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)