Lyrics: Don Chief
Instrumental: Don Chief
Lyrics:
[Intro]
nothing is worth something
[Verse 1]
i'm not the kind of person with a story to tell
maybe a thought to share
i feel like i've entered in hell
cuz when i vent i always check for the smell
and if it's not there i skin em up and inhale
cuz i don't feel like i got much left to my trail
either i've always been passanger or my train's been derailed
at most i'm a scavanger who's tried this and that
i'm not the kind of amateur to smooth the creases fast
i promise ya honesty isn't dying slowly
the only one's who killin' it the same who try and own me
phonies 5 5 5 with your fake ass
i caught you lying in the grass where the snakes slither
and i ain't bitter been there and ate dinner
i can't help but shit when they ask to urinate with em
so fuck ya eight figures lucky i'm a saint sinner
or it's the ten fingures twisted up and then finna
[Chorus]
pick up
cuz i'm no quitter
sick of counting all my losses man i need to get up
so it's chin up
lookin' to my inner
figure that i know my limits ryhtms gettin rid of riddled stimulus
pushin' all my buttons has been puttin
the whut in my soul searchin
when nothing is worth something
[Bridge]
nothing is worth something
[Verse 2]
i'm not the kind of person with a story tell
i'm still soul searchin' i'm not looking for gories and grails
I get em' birched and i ain't sayin' a sorry for snails
forget a purchase when there's some that'll profit off jails
and i ain't all that talking big and done nothin
if was my pocket was fat i'd like to think i'd be loving
but we all see that sometimes the truth is just crushing
dusting off the rust recognise the hush's a must cousin'
i'm still buzzin' off of huff puffin'
and i ain't flushed none
pucker up and put it to my lip suck it
and tuck a second one takes me just a second gone
then I forget the song check it then pretend like no
tell me can i set it off
fuck you if you said they said it all
cuz hip hop ain't dead at all
it's just not in the radio poppin' meh raps
i'm droppin' all my tracks to bring it back and kick the facts so
[Chorus]
pick up
cuz i'm no quitter
sick of counting all my losses man i need to get up
so it's chin up
lookin' to my inner
figure that i know my limits ryhtms gettin rid of riddled stimulus
pushin' all my buttons has been puttin
the whut in my soul searchin
when nothing is worth something
[Outro]
nothing is worth something
