nada decir Lyrics

Everybody want the finer things you ever want to be the biggest dealer in

The game gon' drop that shit they want to hear like

When your phone ring

I got the dope can keep the fame, the city know my name

No, I can't even have you around, you don't touch no pain

Don't touch no, uh-uh, uh-uh, I don't need you niggas in the way

They been around and seen a lot, I'm still a no say

Pop out my face, won't show my hand, I still won't show a thing

Fix me up, I need surgery hurtin' me, work with me, perjury

You know that they come for me, not a word from me

Infirmary, think that I was crazy, never heard such thing

University, I'm on the campus, what a whole thing

Cash in, no time to stay, create yourself, create your own lane

Ain't too much relaxin', you slip up right there, them vultures wait

Next nigga in the ville won't hesitate to make you whole prey

They cannot get to you, see them shots right where your folks stay

I done seen this shit go different ways, the jail or stone grave

Don't hear bout them niggas out the way, and really touchin' pape

My youngins really shoot, they don't got plans to ever leave the state

Crossroads, yeah, I know, know this shit, it don't go both ways

Everybody want to finer thangs

You ever wanna be the biggest dealer in the game

Go drop that shit, they wanna hear, like, when your phone ring

I got the dope to keep the fame, the city know my name

No, I can't even have you around, you don't touch no pain

No touch, no, uh-uh, uh-uh, don't need you niggas in the way

then been around and seen a lot, I'm still a no say

Pop out my face, won't show my head, I still won't show a thing

Used to middleman the bag, get that magnolia from my dad

Cuttin' snakes up out my grass, doin' 100, fuck the dash

The outcast, dark forecast, them rainy days, they all surpass

Now I got my own at last, picked up the game, never looked back

My life is fast, murdered dead hand of the past

Sometime that shit be in the air, don't fuck with niggas, time is nasty

Isolated for this cash, baby wanna sex me bad

And she want the finer things, can't have my heart, I don't do that

Keep tellin' myself I gotta change, no, I ain't goin' back

Used to watch my papa save his change until it the jar pack

Separate myself before the fame, they knew that I was that

Look at my stash, aint mad, can't show them people that you got some cash