Yung Ladd - Nothing lyrics

[Hook: Stat] Hunnit for the Jesus Piece. Always good to pay that lease Chain looking like it's obese. K. I'm making it. Geez I tell em that it's nothing. (x2) Antarctica all on my wrist. Catch my name on every list There ain't a realer stunna that exist I tell em that it's nothing [Verse 1] If I had a dollar for all the hate that I get But that'd be even bigger if I counted the respect Good ain't ever good enough. So, I'm right up there to perfect Put some guap up on that. Now, it's time to collect Put haters on blast. We ain't talking TNT They need to learn for spreading all this gossip like they TMZ Damn, I got followed by Dopeness Magazine I must be some kind of dope, rapping machine Soon as my new stuff be dropping. All these pieces I be copping Tryna take me off the top. I'm running, there ain't no stopping TKO these other rappers. I ain't even talking bout boxing Y'all just be stop and go. Me, I'm just pop, lock, and dropping [Chrous] [Verse 2] Rip my shirt like Superman, or Cam Newton There ain't no people like me. I'm one dangerous mutant Time to teach these haters right. They all becoming my students I'm going dumb just like Timmy. These other rappers just stupid Place packed when they hear I'm on stage Sometimes my best flow ain't even on a page Freestyling. I'm bout that. You winning? I doubt that When I make a hit, it's out the park. I'm outta there! Flexing like Meek Mill. I ain't even signed I'mma keep being real. Sir, do you mind? I'm like Rob Dyrdek. They way I stay on my grind Balling like James Harrison. So, I always get fined You know [Chrous]