XV - Nothing For U lyrics

I won’t soothe your pain
I won’t ease your strain
I got nothing for you i got nothing for you
I got nothing for you to gain

Look the street's talkin' and often
I gave the conversation
Cause in this game you can
Fly a deal with complications
All I wanted was gold chains
And whips but even that I couldn't get like
Emancipation and Proclamation
From my bedroom window makin' observations
Watchin' niggas who turn they
Corner into they occupation
Soon as I had thoughts
Of joining the operation
That's right when the streets started sayin'

"I won’t soothe your pain
I won’t ease your strain
I got nothing for you"
You know I got nothin' for you
You, you know I got nothin' for you
You, you know I got nothin' for you
But we want it anyways cause
We got nothin' to lose

But who cares when you stay gettin' new pairs
Of white and baby blue Airs
You stunt around your crew wearing
Got girls who never used
To notice you staring
Hung at Mom and Pop shops cause
We ain't have two parents
School to some dudes was just a dumb bell
Young, well niggas movin'
Weight like dumbbells
We'd be compelled to run sells
Like no one cares
Cause our wishes and our prayers be
Goin' straight to the voice mail
Since a kid I knew I would do it big
Bumpin' Sky's The Limit thinkin'
I'mma do it BIG
Shit, in 7th grade, I was doin' trig
Hangin' with my nigs who do
Nothin' but pulling trigs
Started smokin' cigs and cigs led to the weed
And weed led to the drank and
Drank led to the E
Pills, I started poppin' to
Stop from goin' insane
While I'm holdin' up this flame
I'm hearin' it say

One time for the momma on the grind
Two times for the nigga on his job
Three times for the kid with a dream
One day he gon' make it to the top

Throwin' it in the air, like I don't care
I ain't trippin'
Dollars got me ass grabbin' but
I swear I'm penny pinching
I know it's a given I'm
Givin' because I'm sippin'
For that money she get low so
She can get her titties lifted
Shawty's name was Diamond
We was never not together
Unless she was in the air like Roc-A-Fella
She let me beat it
When I wouldn't she went accapella
Even though I know she was
Only after my mozzarella
Mess up relationships and jobs that
Would make her sick
Knowin' millions take a bit, to get
Wasn't makin' sense
She know them dollars I throw
Ain't gon' make her rich
Or happy, but it makes her wish