Tymonie - Nothin' Naythin Nada
The same ones pretending to be Trappers
Really be the biggest cappers
Like Eaten candy it's emptiness Behind these rappers
They shallow claiming they full Package
But They ain't 'Bout it
I remember when they
Doubted
The Chance to call em
Out, I found it
All that smirking turned to Pouting
Please get offended by my
Music I really find it amusing
It's Funny how they would be
Loose lipped 'til somebody make 'Em prove it
The Same ones that I went to
School with got brains and don't Wanna use it
I guess my honesty is what's Making you
Lose it the real to a fake is Confusing
Stay out the way better move it
Silly goose you look more like a Stool pigeon
Have you flying but not like that Dragon
When my fist meet ya face leave
You toothless
Like Debo did Redd in that Movie
Your old man tried to help then Turned clueless
If you gon' test ya luck then let's Do it
Don't be mad when this nice guy Turn ruthless
I keep it real from the jump like a
Bungee I like my greens just like Bunnies
They tryna spread out the hate Like a
Fungi then it's a joke when Confronted
I apologize if I'm seeming
Sluggish I'm just not amused by The rubbish
Y'all like a child who aimlessly Fighting and fussing
I swear that y'all really be Stubborn
Ya'll so short minded
It doesn't make sense
Like my bank with the money That jingles
Turn that Cash into Christ and I'm living by C.R.E.A.M.
With a couple dollars for the Sprinkles
I can not chill until my people
Green and we rocking with stars Like the Beatles
My success is within 'cuz of how Much I win like
Kids with chicken pocks getting Shingles
The same ones pretending to be Trappers
Really be the biggest cappers
Like Eaten candy it's emptiness Behind these rappers
They shallow claiming they full Package
But They ain't 'Bout it
I remember when they
Doubted
The Chance to call em
Out, I found it
All that smirking turned to Pouting
Said you gon pop off on sight When you
Spot me
But I'm only seeing the -razzi
Wit my Passions
No time to make friends
Cuz I'm set out to execute opps Like a nazi
And I Mean no offense but Imma Make my
Point clear with no ifs, ands, or Buts about it
I'm Boutta go stupid just like a School shooter
I'll send you that text if you
Rocking
Coming guns blazing my
Brothers go crazy
Ain't no place to play with my Posse
But we know to filter our Humble and
Soon we'll reach the penthouse From the lobby
We getting federal cuz whenever One man flop they got backup On copy
I mean one person can but the Help of ya
Partners is what make products Out the projects
Loyalty, respect, and happiness
3 Things I work for to say, I got it
Even though money get power But it's just like how love is Treated, an object
All these million dollar dreams Really don't mean a thing if yo Mental
Melting turning to cream a good Head on yo shoulders
Is key to long money credentials
The same ones pretending to be Trappers
Really be the biggest cappers
Like Eaten candy it's emptiness Behind these rappers
They shallow claiming they full Package
But They ain't 'Bout it
I remember when they
Doubted
The Chance to call em
Out, I found it
All that smirking turned to Pouting
Written by:
Tyler Johnson
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