Emilio Rojas - Nada lyrics

rate me

Ft. Joell Ortiz

(Hook)

My momma worked double shifts, she had 3 jobs

(I ain’t neva had nada)

I got to go & hustle quick, I got to be sum'

(I ain’t neva had nada)

I’m livin' uptown, I stay by that weed spot

(I ain’t neva had nada)

I got to upgrade to J’s from them Reeboks, brr

(I ain’t neva had nada)

(Verse: Emilio Rojas)

My momma was single, my father, he left us

With nada, not even a dolla fo' diapers

So she doubled her hospital shifts

Just to give us a quality life, now I’m chasin' this $

I’m sick & tired of asking what the price is

& I’mma need me a couple o' millions fo' my sacrifices

Yeah, now the landlord called, said he need a couple of G’s

Fo' the lease by the first, I live in the hood where they beef ova turf

Yet them rich folks still wish them streets would be theirs

Now they just built anotha fuckin' Starbucks

But the corner store close, killin' our bucks

How we supposed to be a breadwinner

When we livin' off them lil fuckin' crumbs that they toss us

It’s a tossup, wanna chalk us out

Cuz we shoot each otha up ova Porsches

Lil’ mama like a pro, pro choice cuz her man just endorsed her

Fo' gettin' an abortion, I wish it was different, it isn’t

We livin' with drama, all the hommies doin' anythin' to eat right now

Cuz we neva had nothin'

(Hook x2)

(Verse 2: Joell Ortiz)

Cheeseburgers, fries & Coke, my mama worked at White Castle

I ain’t neva had nada

She used to sniff lines of coke, enough to build a white castle

I ain’t neva had nada

We ain’t had a dime, we broke while I’m dealin' with life’s hassles

I ain’t neva had nada

Man, niggas had all kinds of jokes but this is right back at you

Just when you thought it was a wrap, I thought of a couple of raps

Took the $ from the trap, hit the booth on em

Said lemme give this a crack, I’m tired of slingin' that crack

I started spittin' this crack & it grew on ‘em

First bookin' was a wrap, word to Brooklyn, it was packed

Man, it happened in a snap how I blew on ‘em

Had the haters face blue on ‘em, watch face blew on ‘em

Bitches blew on ‘em, niggas tried to race the whip

& I blew on ‘em, shit fast dude

Remember that fast food fiend, well she clean now

Flo' model gone, flat screen now

Livin' in the condo of her dreams now

Think cars, no mo' EBT now

We chilling on a lil sumethin' partner

Money meetings & button up Prada

But you’ll neva see me frontin’, I’mma stunt

And I remember when I neva had nothin'

(Hook x2)

(Outro)

My mama was single, my father, he left us

With nada, not even a dollar fo' diapers

So she doubled her hospital shifts

Just to give us a quality life, uh

Now I’m chasin' this $

I’m sick and tired of askin' what the price is

And I’mma need me a couple o' millions fo' my sacrifices