Scott Styles - Nothing To Lose lyrics

{RoZe - Hook} Have you ever been chewed up and spit out, on the road to riches but still visit them different routes, ya friends sneak dissing and you just now figured it out. It's the same old shxt, it just comes from a different route. Look who's talking, who's ridding around and who's walking, it hurts but it ain't my fault man. I just feel like I got something to prove, and nothing to lose {IamJustice - Verse 1} Lil n***a back and relapsing by any means, cut plenty n***as off I felt like been turned enemies, got that choppa and nina for them penalties, bill gates state of mind hustler tendencies. So f** what you thinking, mind on a f**ing billion, go and get it by any means ain't no stopping my ambitions starvation driven sins ain't forgiven, living fully loaded cause I understand this my conviction. Criminal minded, addicted to grinding, demons got that steady hand targets always reminded, the plot thickens when you spot the empire divided. Young n***as came from nothing them bars were provided. Grew up raised by them wolves taught by the jungle, never sublte when we hustled all we knew was struggle, had n***as fall off never been trustful, never f**ed with the feds all I knew was trouble, mindstate self made I refuse to fumble {Hook} {Justice Verse 2} Back against the wall, still manage to crawl, still manage to keep the damage I got from the fall, n***as count me out, I look for the doubt, critics conversing bout the kid like they gone shut me down. Sound the alarm, the savage is loose, grind on gorilla and the bullsh** leave no room for truce, never been prone to back down im built for this drama, uncaged in the booth mind on gattis and commas. Played my position now the OG say decapitate, dominate the opposition then eliminate, dont hesitate just go get the throne and then isolate, start riots in the city watch it escalate. My team been some hunters, the crown for the hunger, surrender your position, you ain't gotta suffer, running with the wolves and they some hungry mof**as. Im in it to win grinding like its 30 of me, winner take all, just hand us the trophies {Hook} {Justice Verse 3} It cost money to go to war with a savage im far from average my language comes from being shackled and challenged so I grabbed the pen and pad and painted pictures all on the canvas. Work ethic is hazard these critics baffled I am not a Human guess I am species of my own planet, seed of a hustler and rider by way of cla**ical ballads, highly examined, doctors imagined I wouldn't live through the damage so they left me to be food for maggots so its mother-f** em all gone leave em in them caskets. Breaking habits still keeping some bullet fragments, armies making advancements using doubters as target practice, drowing in music and this grind got me lost in the madness, ain't no saving my sanity I dont feel no malice. Colored a villian for keeping my eyes on riches, and in my state of mind no competition blurring my vision see my description in this hustle is dont expect my submissions. Crown for the taking headshots is the tradition {Hook}