24 Nate - 12/12/12 Lyrics

I rather mix it with the sprite cause I don't do the Fanta
Disappear like Danny, came back in a phantom
From the gutter it's no Christmas, we ain't know no Santa
So far at the bottom it was hard to hear us
So much money in the room it's kinda hard to be humble
Stuck in the place where they would kill before they say they love you
And all these bitches be on dick until it's someone above you
And they gon run and turn your back and middle finger f*ck you
Hope they don't judge me, hope they understand
And I don't need em, I know that I'm the GOAT don't need no compliments
Went from zero to a hunnit bands
So much money in the world but they all want the city
Why the f*ck you niggas envy, come and do it with me
My brother calling from collect he prolly couldn't hear me
You only been with me one night bitch you don't know the real me
Watch your surroundings you'll be dead at where you think the safest
I watched them shoot off the top and lock him in the basement
They know we f*cking up the jugg but we don't leave no traces
And we was told don't say a word, don't ever write no statements
I'm forced to go and not look back cause I don't got no guidance
Thugs don't ever cry so when I'm hurt I'm
Hiding
Living on the edge I think I kinda like it
And you can't come into this room unless you get invited
Run all them hunnits up til it's full until the feds come raid it
I spent a band on double g's to step on all my haters
I got a letter from myself he said Im tryna play him
Like i don't know he seen a lot so they can never phase him
Sometimes I really just can't go to sleep
Cause I don't know when they gon come for me
I rather mix it with the sprite cause I don't do the Fanta
Disappear like Danny, came back in a phantom
From the gutter it's no Christmas, we ain't know no Santa
So far at the bottom it was hard to hear us
So much money in the room it's kinda hard to be humble
Stuck in the place where they would kill before they say they love you
And all these bitches be on dick until it's someone above you
And they gon run and turn your back and middle finger f*ck you
We wining but we not supposed to be
Keep all ya comments you can't talk to me
Stripper pole on me, this is what the poverty done did to me