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Part I: "It's Nothing"

Woah-ooh, ooh

(Chapo)
Rino tryna fuck her brains out
Yeah, and my niggas keep them Drac's out
I ain't even finna play around
But, on my neck, I got ‘bout sixty thou' (Brrr)
Yeah this shit getting wicked now
Hit his ass with the switching now
My net worth about a ticket now
I ain't never put my glizzy down
Walk in the mall, hoes they love me
I might fuck her for none, I'm off a tussin'
My nigga just got a new scrip and they bussin'

Noddin' off all in public
Talkin' with a slur you know that I'm sluggish, drank sippin' like a slushy
Bet that pussy won't touch me
FN .45 gon' flush him, nigga it's nothin, this shit get ugly

Movin' 'round with that bucket, I'm the richest in the room nigga change the subject
And got no room for mistakes bitch I wake up and bake, I got a K and it's Russian
And I'm cuttin' off snakes got a cake and it's bakin', shit ain't nothin' to debate
They tried to lie to my face and play in my face, ain't no comin' back too late
We could die any day, this could go anyway, 100 thousand, yeah, to date
Ain't tryna go on a date, and you knowin' this bae, bitch I'm tryna fuck your face

Penthouse in the city and that bitch be vacant, left it when I caught my case
Ain't got no time to beef with these mufuckin' faggots, don't get splaah in the face

(Chapo)
Rino tryna fuck her brains out
Yeah, and my niggas keep them Drac's out
I ain't even finna play around
But, on my neck, I got ‘bout sixty thou' (Brrr)
Yeah this shit getting wicked now
Hit his ass with the switching now
My net worth about a ticket now
I ain't never put my glizzy down
Walk in the mall, hoes they love me
I might fuck her for none, I'm off a tussin'
My nigga just got a new scrip and they bussin'
Noddin' off all in public

Talkin' with a slur you know that I'm sluggish, drank sippin' like a slushy
Bet that pussy won't touch me
FN .45 gon' flush him, nigga it's nothin, this shit get ugly

Part II: "Spiritual Outro"

(No mercy)
Let me welcome you to my life of sin
I don't really let no one in
I ain't know that this shit would come with this, I ain't ask for this
I ain't ask for the sickening of addiction
I go through real shit, it ain't fiction
When Mawmaw died, it ain't fix shit
Lost my soul in these drugs, and I miss it
(Lil' Rino baby, double R)

Feel like I died before, feel like I lost my soul
I'm in a dark ass hole, got burning holes through my clothes
Feel like nobody knows
Three consecutive years with this shit
And I still ain't play with my nose, I done shed tears for this shit
While I'm still tryna cleanse my soul, I knew I was built for this shit
Yeah, I knew a nigga with no home, I done put in years for this shit
Still went down a dark road, addicted to pills with this shit
Feel like I need help though, I had some to will in this bitch
I never lose control, no, I never lose control
Readin' through Bible scriptures it's a bigger picture, I'm killin' my liver

Navigating through this shit the right way, it just make me bigger
Keepin' the right people around me, no gold diggers
Age of twenty-one I seen my first seven figures
(I did it Mama, I love you Brenda, let me kick this shit right here look listen to me, look hear me, hear me out)
I was supposed to take you on a limo ride, you would tell me my whole life
That's how you fuckin' wanted and then you checked out on me, why you had to die?
Got the call from Momma and Daddy, next morning seen birds fly
Hereditary with these drugs, didn't know was a problem, that's our biggest curse right?
I'm lookin' at your obituary then I close my eyes, feel your spirit hold me tight

Connected with my inner soul tryna get in touch with you every night
You was my shoulder to lean on, me and life we ain't seein' eye to eye
Starin' at you in that funeral home, just wanted to break down and cry
Heard the news 'bout you on Christmas night, now it never ever be the same
Now every time I touch the mic, I forever rep your name
I'm still goin' through pain 'cause you was with me through everything

I know they like, "Damn this nigga, this nigga bring his grandmother up in every song"
Man, that's how bad my pain is
My grandma I love that woman man I'm really fucked up

I be thinkin' to myself I just be wanting to give up with everything sometimes I ain't gon' lie
Life gettin' hard
More problems, more money, more snakes around, more problem, more family problem goin' on
Takin' care of everybody, though, I'm holdin' on, I ain't even get myself right yet, Momma
Still fucked up, I still ain't fully find myself yet, as long as I just, I don't know

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