NOTHING TO LOSE (feat. J.M)

Chopping up, work everyday Remember back in them days? Slave for a minimum wage I'd rather be broke and in jail Work for my dreams, since sixteen Addicted to cash and the life with the fame I don't do this shit for a little chain I'm doing this shit for fulfillment in my life I wanna prove that living comfortable means ain't dying with regret I don't really want that shit Hundred in the bag you know how I play I be spitting on tracks its a mac you know how I spray Give them something new so they know how I play I be in the gym so you know I'm pulling my weight People who talk too much look at the state You don't do shit in life we don't relate These songs all we got, the shit we create It don't matter what happens this life just feels like it's fate I speak money you don't I can't really translate Shit I'm living life, grinding it's been great I don't really want negativity Roll up an ex old hobby list Hop on a track and yea, I bodied this Changed for the better, got some people provocative If I didn't I'd still be used like a floppy disc Got a new life and I'm making advancements Bankrolled up, thats what the plan is Found me again, and tried to be friends Like goddamn, what are the chances Nine to five? nah f*ck that, I'd rather be stuck in hell An office cubicle to me, looks like a fuckin prison cell Wait for the day, when I make it big, bill boards and Grammys, ill be the shit Vibes after vibes, just keep making hits, its my time to shine, now lets get lit Only speak what I believe in and thats why I'mma say That I'm gonna make it, some fuckin day And to the haters and the doubters I got something to prove I'mma make them say, damn he did what I could never do Got something to prove but nothing to lose Got something to use and something to move Got something to show but not many views Check in the closet, not many shoes Check in my grind, there's no excuse Life is a mystery I'm looking for clues Leaving some damage, leaving a bruise I'm just gonna wait, until you reach my level Chilling with god, no I ain't no devil It don't matter if you special If the cars you flexing, they always be rental Beating up the game, I'm not really gentle I just want a bag, I don't wanna drag All this shit is coming from the brain 554 that's how we be we pulling to Spain Ride with the mob, we ain't no plain janes If you speaking of someone, say their name in vain People be switching, I think they gon insane They turning they back, they ask for shit again