Nothing to Prove Lyrics

Yea yea yea yea yea yea

Yea yea yea yea yea yea

And I ain't got nothing to prove

So I ain't got nothing to lose

Yea yea yea yea yea yea

Yea yea yea yea yea yea

Come and take a walk in my shoes

You'll see I got nothing to lose

I'm just trying to beat the clock on the wall

A lot of people trying to make it but a lot of them fall

Nah, That's not my fate tho

Muff said I got classics I'm trying to make more

Until my competition ain't close

And I'm forever grateful I know I got more to see

Chivalry ain't dead homie music opened doors for me

Saved me from being something that I couldn't afford be

So morally I pray to God so I don't get disorderly

Thank me later but for now homie just take care

Y'all getting way too comfy shout out to way fair

Y'all had y'all time and now it's mine and I won't play fair

So y'all gone have to see me once a year like the state fair

I'm really glad y'all came here I promise this is more than rapping

Been at it since I used to rock that Charlotte starter jacket

In this game of life I grew up in the harder bracket

But I got nothing to lose so y'all get all this passion

Yea yea yea yea yea yea

Yea yea yea yea yea yea

And I ain't got nothing to prove

So I ain't got nothing to lose

Yea yea yea yea yea yea

Yea yea yea yea yea yea

Come and take a walk in my shoes

You'll see I got nothing to lose

Finally living some of the dreams that I used to picture

I had to level up God told me to do it bigger

Cold world fam but I was way too cool to shiver

College days I'm talking back when I was bumping food and liquor

That was like O six fifteen hundred Lombardy

Sending out my demo, wishing someone would call me

The grind still the same as that twenty year old on Broad street

I tried but I could never get away homie this Mobb Deep

Eight ones prodigy Badnewz protege

Twenty years later and that feeling never goes away

Planted that seed on that concrete watch it cultivate

Then I put my team my back just like my shoulder blades

I was working hella hard still underpaid and overweight

But one day it's gone be overbooked and overpaid

Whether it's good or bad homie you're still supposed to pray

Because I be like I can't and he's like here let me show the way

Yea yea yea yea yea yea

Yea yea yea yea yea yea

And I ain't got nothing to prove

So I ain't got nothing to lose

Yea yea yea yea yea yea

Yea yea yea yea yea yea

Come and take a walk in my shoes

You'll see I got nothing to lose