Cullinan

Lookin' at the stars in the roof

I'm thinkin', what would I be without you?

I'd be nothing, nothing, nothing

I'd be nothing, nothing, nothing

I'd be gone, no, ain't imagine

Say you're gaining nothing from it

Now we're nothing, nothing, nothing

Came up from a bad place, now it's steak and crab cakes

Runnin' to the money, bitch, I chase it like a damn race

Young street nigga, well-connected, got a good face

Know I'm plugged up if I ever gotta lose weight

Put the Henny down, now I'm drunk up off the D'usse

Terrorizing niggas, call me Baker Dam Hussein

Fucked up in the head, got a screw loose, who say?

Pussy-ass nigga, you be out here having mood swings

Lookin' at the stars in the roof

I'm thinkin', what would I be without you?

I'd be nothing, nothing, nothing

I'd be nothing, nothing, nothing

I'd be gone, no, ain't imagine

Say you're gaining nothing from it

Now we're nothing, nothing, nothing