Nothing to Something

Rappers on a beat but they aint talkin' bout nothin'!

See me in the street and they aint talkin' bout nothin'!

I could take nothing go and turn it into something

No one gave me nothing but I turned it into something

Look at my bricks

Look it at flip

Look what I built

Writing my script

Look how they never was writing my wins

Now they all riding my dick

I'm wavy huh

You in the pool on my ship, gotta Uber to it

Now I just manage a HUMAN and shit

Soon as I'm done you can google the shit

I do not plan on me losing a bit

Money on me you aint losing a bid

Had to believe it to do what I did

One day I'll prolly be touring wit JID

Stamp it

Everything I said happened

Plot it out and then map it

My drive was low I got active

Now I floor it moving through traffic

10 down in my New Balance

And you fools live to do capping

So I moved to a new planet

And I sound like your view when you look through new glasses

In audio form

When I record

Niggas get probably annoyed

Cant nobody body the boy

Press of a button and flows flow

Now I just wait for the kettle to boil

Never was in it for medals and coins

I take my time and turn metal to gold

Shawty pull up like the Helen of Troy

You aint on shit so they settle for toys

Something from nothing I guess it's a choice

Making some noise

Look at the boy

Rappers on a beat but they aint talkin bout nothin!

See me in the street and they aint talkin bout nothin!

I could take nothing go and turn it into something

No one gave me nothing but I turned it into something

The plan is written

None of these rappers batting with em

Battle wit em, what's the matter with em?

Young, fly ass Sudani nigga with the whole state

Fucking with the sound they pull up and support like a probate

Nigga like All State

The game in good hands with the boy

And I kill every beat that I have its a cold case

Don't play

Hoe I'm the rap game OJ

I ain't hard for you to locate

Niggas follow just to note take

Rappers signed and getting no play

Better follow what the form say, nigga

You the label dope man, nigga

Better move that dope k, nigga?

Cause they'll recruit ya, front your future for the low

Show you plaques that could yours

Give you stacks and tell you go

Flip this hundred for us nigga, we need to feed the CEO

Break you off the crumbs that fall and let you sweep em off the floor

Break you off a lil percentage, while they reaping what you sow

Make you think you earned that money but you really lose control

All them lights and all that fame'll have you lose your fuckin soul

Would you rather rent a home or stack them bricks and build your own nigga

Hold up

Nigga fuck the propaganda

Mental bring me down and it get hard to understand

When my family ask for plans I'd rather tell em something random

Shoutout to my pops he really held a nigga down

But the only fear to ever cross my mind is let him down though

Wish he saw the fans that be fuckin wit my style,

Smiling faces in the crowd, with the flashes on they cameras

Question everything like I don't fucking got the answer already

My brother died last year

I cant help but think he might still be here if I answered

Feel like I was dreaming when I seen him in that casket

Before he left he told me keep believing in your passion

And I will

Word to brodie I will

Turn this dust to gold and blow I'm running through a mine field

I will

Learn to reach my goal, I gotta give it room to grow

I'm planting all the seeds, my roots is giving me the hope