[Verse 1]
They been talking about nothing (nothing) So f** em
I ain't got no problem tellin em' that I'm above em'
I told em' that I got em', when I hit em' they gon' love it
I do it for my people at the bottom sitting with nothing
You listening to s**as
You trippin if you ain't f**in with me
I'm sick with this sh** I should see somebody discuss it
I'm something else so enough with all that sh** you come up with
It must be luck cause you s** but you all in public
I'm wondering now who's funneling thousands into muthaf**as that sound like
Nothing that should be found
Its nothing to me, I'm out this b**h
And if the label heads are picking this then I don't know about this sh**
So go ahead & keep all that
I ain't finna leave, I'ma need you to fall back
They say we gotta see the reasons fiends give it all back
You see, I see all that & say
They been talking about nothing
[Hook]
They been talking about nothing
But they been listening
So I don't even know who to blame, I'm saying
They been talkin bout nothing
[Verse 2]
So what we talking bout, real sh**? We talking about rhymes?
You ain't talking about a million then you wasting my time
I been hearing it all my life & I'm witnessing it this might
Be the sh** that's been k**in us and we living inside a fight
& this pipe is part of the vice
& we paying for it, dealing it
Giving it for the price
Then we mix it with sprite
We ain't living this life right & we know it
RIP all the ones who died I'm alive
And I'm listening like, how do people connect?
I guess if the beat is louder than nowadays it don't matter the message is intercepted
Tell em' they need a Tek & they need 1 right now this second
These n***as gon' ride out on you based on the color you dressed in
Get rid of that weapon
& pick up that pen
Think of a couple of different things
Something to get you ahead of the sh** that you let get the better of you
When you vent and you went and you sent us a letter defending
Everything you was pretending
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I ain't never seen this many wannabe rapping
Happen to have a track, a mac, a microphone, a sac of weed & some raps
That he wrote on a napkin, a Cadillac captured on camera pa**ing
A couple of ho's in back of the whip to keep us distracted
I'm acting like this don't work but sh**, listening to your verse
Is bearable when you sitting with chick in that mini skirt
But you terrible and its written in pen and you inadvertently
Shared the sh**tiest-sh** ever recorded on this earth
Na, I'm just kiddin your kinda cool I'm just perfect
Na, I just put in work & its worth it, I hope you nervous
So give it to her
She lit up the herb
Picked it up where I left it in return
She recited my verse and forgot about yours