BackWood Jones - Nothing Lyrics

I smell like success, I'm fresh out the bank you already know how I'm comin
Blue Hunnits don't want no Jackson's we leave them to Philip Drummond
Just keep your discussions, ain't bout no paper then F*ck It
Talking bout you don't pay no bills they just hate you for nothing
Find you a corner and hug it, get you a socket and plug it
I got my pack from Denver, McDonald's ain't selling these nuggets
Break em all down to the onions, we gone double the budget
Way before I heard of Rick Ross everyday I was hustling
I'm gone eat like a luncheon, Backwood smoke fill up the lungs
They set you up for destruction, that's why we build up the funds
I fell in love with percussion, I just stay with the drums
I don't need no disruption, I got this shit out the mud
You hear me

I know I had to do something, I come up from nothing
I been outchea hustling I come up from nothing to something
I don't need no disruption, I need paper to function
I been outchea hustling I come up from nothing to something

I know too many niggas who change at the sight of a dollar
I hear the gangsta's wear Gucci suits n the devil wear Prada
My ounces looking like hula hoops and my phone like the Carter
Most of these niggas be goofy troops when they swear they the shotta
This time Imma go harder, school of hustling's the alma mater
I don't like to argue, I'm flipping dope they just flipping collars
Don't f*ck with the coppers, I just want more cake than Betty Crocker
Don't go to my neighborhood, because you ain't gone see Mr. Rodgers
Took off like a rocket and don't got no time to play
Go buss ya move, make ya money, take care of ya people stay out the way
Because the streets is a jungle, I'm just an ape who watch for the snakes
I don't go back and forth, I leave that to Jada and Holiday

I know I had to do something, I come up from nothing
I been outchea hustling I come up from nothing to something
I don't need no disruption, I need paper to function
I been outchea hustling I come up from nothing to something

Take a look at the wristwatch, you got Rollie's but they go tick tock
I f*ck em and make them bitches go psycho like Alfred Hitchcock
Just don't make the clip pop, turn them boots you rock into flip flops
I grew up around them Pookie's who got their high off the Chris Rock
The story keeps goin, it's just evolving it's nothing new
Imma veteran from the east I was there when The Shop was Krew
Back when Tank had the station wagon with Chucky sprayed on the roof
Rest In Peace to Big Dre, Big Dal, Freak and Ty, Mike, Chad and Tu Tu
I seen everything as a youth, I just hoped I could make it through
Had to jump through a couple hoops and get militant like the troops
Hope my demons don't tie me down, only on me to let me loose
It's just the mind of a nigga from off the deuce

I know I had to do something, I come up from nothing
I been outchea hustling I come up from nothing to something
I don't need no disruption, I need paper to function
I been outchea hustling I come up from nothing to something