It's Nothing / Spiritual Outro

Woah, oh, oh, oh

(Chapo) Rino tryna fuck her brains out

Yeah, and my niggas keep them Drac's out

I ain't even finna play around

But, on my neck, I got 'bout 60 thou' (brr)

Yeah, this shit getting wicked now

Hit his ass with the switchy now

My net worth 'bout a ticket now

I ain't never put my glizzy down

Walk in the mall, hoes they love me

I might fuck her for nothin', I'm off a tussin'

My nigga just got a new scrip and they bussin'

Noddin' off all in public

Talkin' with a slur, you know that I'm sluggish

Drank sippin' like a slushy

Bet that pussy won't touch me

FN .45, it's to flush 'em, nigga it's nothin'

This shit get ugly

Movin' 'round with that bucket

I'm the richest in the room, nigga change the subject

Ain't got no room for mistakes, bitch I wake up and bake

I got a 'K and it's Russian

And I'm cuttin' off snakes, got a cake and it's bakin'

Shit ain't nothin' to debate

They tried to lie to my face, and play in my face

Ain't no comin' back too late

We could die any day, this could go anyway

All the dogs got a date

Ain't tryna go on a date, and you knowin' this bae

Bitch, I'm tryna fuck your face

Penthouse in the city and that bitch be vacant

Left it when I caught my case

Ain't got no time to beef with these motherfuckin' faggots

Don't get splaah in the face

(Chapo) Tryna fuck her brains out

Yeah, and my niggas keep them Drac's out

I ain't even finna play around

But, on my neck, I got 'bout 60 thou' (brr)

Yeah, this shit getting wicked now

Hit his ass with the switchy now

My net worth 'bout a ticket now

I ain't never put my glizzy down

Walk in the mall, hoes they love me

I might fuck her for nothin', I'm off a tussin'

My nigga just got a new scrip and they bussin'

Noddin' off all in public

Talkin' with a slur, you know that I'm sluggish

Drank sippin' like a slushy

Bet that pussy won't touch me

FN .45, it's to flush 'em, nigga it's nothin'

♪

(No mercy)

Let me welcome you to my life of sin

I don't really let no one in

I ain't know that this shit would come with this, I ain't ask for this

I ain't ask for the sickening of addiction

I go through real shit, it ain't fiction

When Mama died, it ain't fix shit

Lost my soul in these drugs, and I miss it

(Lil' Rino baby, double R)

Feel like I died before, feel like I lost my soul

I'm in a dark ass hole, I got burning holes through my clothes

I feel like nobody knows

Three consecutive years with this shit

And I still ain't play with my nose

I done shed tears for this shit

While I'm still tryna cleanse my soul

I knew I was built for this shit

Yeah, I knew a nigga weren't no ho

I done put in years for this shit

Still went down a dark road

Addicted to pills with this shit

Feel like I need help though

I had to find will in this bitch

I never lose control, no, I never lose control

Readin' through Bible scriptures, it's a bigger picture, I'm killin' my liver

Navigatin' through this shit the right way, it just make me bigger

Keepin' the right people around me, no gold diggers

Age of 21, I seen my first seven figures

(Haha, I did it Mama, I love you Brenda)

(Let me kick this shit right here, look, listen to me, look, hear me, hear me out)

I was supposed to take you on a limo ride, you would tell me my whole life

That's all you fuckin' wanted, and then you checked out on me, why you had to die?

Got the call from Momma and Daddy, next morning seen birds fly

Hereditary with these drugs, didn't know was a problem, that's our biggest curse right?

I'm lookin' at your obituary, then I close my eyes, feel your spirit hold me tight

Connected with my inner soul, tryna get in touch with you every night

You was my shoulder to lean on, me and life we ain't seein' eye to eye

Starin' at you in that funeral home, just wanted to break down and cry

Heard the news 'bout you on Christmas night, now it never ever be the same

Now every time I touch the mic, I forever rep your name

I'm still goin' through pain, 'cause you was with me through everything

♪

I know they like, "Damn this nigga, this nigga bring his grandmother up in every song"

Man, that's how bad my pain is

My grandma, I love that woman, man I'm really fucked up

I be thinkin' to myself, I just be wanting to give up with everything sometimes I ain't gon' lie

Life gettin' hard

More problems, more money, more snakes around

More problems, more family problems goin' on

Takin' care of everybody, though, I'm holdin' on

I ain't even get myself right yet, Momma

Still fucked up

I still ain't fully find myself yet, yeah

As long as I just, I don't know