THE MADD RAPPER - Nothing 4 Da Radio lyrics
rate mefeat. Gunplay
[Hook]
We don’t steal to be stealing, or rob to be robbing
We do it just cause we starving
On the grind, doing crime, what sure is mine
Tired to be the last that’s on the line
Some play ball, some of us is reppin
Some of us was all to come clappin
You know the score, hit the floor, give up your dough
This ain’t nothing for the radio
This ain’t nothing for the fm
This for my niggas on the step m
My 2 11 niggas yeah I rep them
No doubt, show deposit, I reject them
Nigga on the mission with no intermission
Click clack runnin nigga quick flitchin
See the choppa close up, 3rd dimension
I know it wasn’t my name I heard you mention
That me? Pussy nigga let me get that
Lay the jewels on the ground take a step back
Don’t nothing move but the money here, bet that
Time for the tax, and I came to collect that
Ain’t nothing gonna slide, can’t let that
Tear that, lid back, yeah I did that
I need grip, on the grind, tryina grip that
Get that gap, in the club, I’m with that
[Hook]
We don’t steal to be stealing, or rob to be robbing
We do it just cause we starving
On the grind, doing crime, what sure is mine
Tired to be the last that’s on the line
Some play ball, some of us is reppin
Some of us was all to come clappin
You know the score, hit the floor, give up your dough
This ain’t nothing for the radio
Yo it’s obvious to me, robbery is the answer
Still on the bus and drive, I need a transfer
I’m on my ll walking, like a banther
And tip toeing through your hood just like a dancer
I rob from the rich, I rob from the poor
Handicap, blind or vet, I’m robbing em all
Against all odds, I ain’t even score
I need some payback
Still you been away, what you gotta say jack
Kick off your shoes, run your jewels
Run more scams than a little bit,
Illegitimate, tail broke as phones
Fake hoes to homes
Just got left out with no pass codes
No pot of gold at the end of my rainbow
A little devil god please send an angel
Guys is texting me, keep pressing my buttons
They don’t call me math for nothing
[Hook]
We don’t steal to be stealing, or rob to be robbing
We do it just cause we starving
On the grind, doing crime, what sure is mine
Tired to be the last that’s on the line
Some play ball, some of us is reppin
Some of us was all to come clappin
You know the score, hit the floor, give up your dough
This ain’t nothing for the radio.
