M.I. - NoThing lyrics

[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