NUN TO ME ft. Back3ndJP Lyrics

Say I ain't been rappin, fuck that shit, I been in the trap tryna get that shit off

And I ain't gon' get on here talk like I'm rich, it really be days when my pockets stay ouch

I got the drop on a nigga I owe, I'ma make sure his ass see what I'm bout

I ask God why my heart had to be big, cause if my shit wasn't, niggas would be in the ground

Say I like lots of cash, in love with livin' fast

And shorty trynna jump tuff like he gangsta

Put 30 shots right on his glasses, I'm in the party, adrenaline rushin

I gotta sit down, I'm buzzin, say everybody around me need to be clutchin

If you ain't got a gun, you nothin' to me

Say all of these goofies be funny to me

Who that in that cut? Oh, that's JP, might swing my door, tryna make somethin' ring

Gotta be out there at night, tryna get to the green

Hit my phone any time of the day, I'm the lil' nigga, got whatever you need

And I swear these niggas gotta hear what I say, this summer ain't near, nigga, fuckin' with me

Only in my pain did I find my will

Only in my chaos did I learn to be still

Only in my fear did I find my might

Only in my darkness did I see my light

Truth be spoken, I've been chosen

R.I.P. to the troopers, they still patrollin

You hear the way this shit sound, we goin' golden

And if you still owe me money, that, debt ain't goin

Come beat my ass, bitch, I'm a grown man

I'm gon' die by my respect, I might not throw hands

I hit up bro and he gon' blow, protect your soul then

I'm gettin' to the bread, put it in the safe

I'm the breadwinner, better keep me safe

We came out the basement, locked in everyday

We gon' be great, everyday I pray

Lord, help me, Lord, help me

Say I ain't been rappin, fuck that shit, I been in the trap tryna get that shit off

And I ain't gon' get on here talk like I'm rich, it really be days when my pockets stay ouch

I got the drop on a nigga I owe, I'ma make sure his ass see what I'm bout

I ask God why my heart had to be big, cause if my shit wasn't, niggas would be in the ground

Say I like lots of cash, in love with livin' fast

And shorty trynna jump tuff like he gangsta

Put 30 shots right on his glasses, I'm in the party, adrenaline rushin

I gotta sit down, I'm buzzin, say everybody around me need to be clutchin

If you ain't got a gun, you nothin' to me,