Nothin to show

Im marrocan bitch you know
Got that star in my soul
If I die imma let it go uh

And Im off xans cus I ain't cold
Fuckin that bitch but nobody know
Goin in raw, but that shit haram uh huh

Yea i got blades in my throat and I hope i'll never choke
Its the path that I chose yuh yuh
And imma tell my mom thats how i cope
Im strapped with a kunai in my coat, but im broke
Meditating on my oversoul, got nobody on my role so i hit it get the dough yuh yuh
And im runnin from the people that I know, cus i got nothin to show, yea i got nothin to show yuh

Cus i got nothin to show, yea i got nothin to show
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Need to get the dough
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (x2)

I told her im a starseed yeah
Why my girl keep taking speed? ahh
And you dont wanna see me again
Got that pistol on my ends
And ill tell u what they said yea
Ohhhhhhhh x2

I just need [to] get out
Playing cat and mouse
Protect me from the evil
That lurks inside my house
(get the dough yeah yeah)

Yea i was runnin through the city
Got no one to help me
Spending all these fifties
Yea you so fuckin tricky
Call me if you miss me
We'll just do a quickie

Qui- qui- quickie
Fif- fif- fif- fif- fifties (x2)

Yeah I got friends that will hurt you ahh
I got friends that will merk you