[Hook]
It ain't nothin nice {*repeat 8X*}
[Ras Ka**]
Son I be skimmin through the billboard top for an R&B album
Wonderin my outcome
Want the fat triangle but I'm real with or without one
Cause I'ma still sport wrinkles on my new jeans
Smokin beadies to the pink stream
On a microphone, I'm like the booty Michael Corleone 36 zone
The homies always told me to be the man, understand
If n***as is playin hardball, then why the f** you throwin underhand
See only the small modest mark time
That's the reason that bustas still sellin nickel sacks and ganja
You two bit hustla, I'm the grown brother like clockers
Went and give you five cents to put cheese on the whopper
So steer near clear a mere near rear bia
I'm rollin with the crowbar clear
Still wearin my favorite suit like I was a**hole naked
Now fake it till you make it or take it n***a
[Hook]
[D.B.A. Flip]
My motions in school going through a whole child
Ya pushin rocks on the block cause the spots what ya found
I made my dough and I made sure I kept my name on tight
Layin low in the day and turn the day by moonlight
They out of sight when they go wild
Just to let them ??? service cluck as they stroll by
Lowkey the smokies on my name
Ain't no slippin when they crippin cause I done peeped game
Now I had closed, but then they ran me out
I sold my last ounce, then I bounced to my baby mama's house
Kind of bill couldn't get no kind of deal
Had to be out on them streets, hurry up and make my sales
But now it's on cause I'm grown and I'm still a G
But it's ??? I sell my crack by the tracks in this industry
Remember me when you hustle runnin right do or die on the side flip for life
b*atch
[Hook 8x]
[Ras Ka**]
Now it's either give me the money, give me the power
Or give me 4.25 an hour, what the f** you think I'm gone do
To be honest with you, I gonna get mine
Cause I known n***as thats college graduates that's broke
Askin for dimes and nickel sacks
n***a give me that and I give you some
You watch my back I watch yours
I do rap chores while n***as be looking for the rapture
I don't understand cause n***as gots to capture
Your own, now keep your eyes on the prize
Cause Clinton is peril, n***a you might as well be chimpin
I wanna be eatin jumbo shrimp and lobster
I want 200,000 in the bank, you wanna be the imposter mobster
Recognize like Sam Snead, I got 'em four twins to feed
So make the next man bleed, I just might
Cause ain't nothin right in my life
God help me, It ain't nothin nice
[Hook 4x]
From LA to NY, ATL and back it ain't nothin nice
To all my n***as and my b**hes throw your motherf**in hands in the air
And keep 'em there