Amaru Mahdi! - Nothing 2 Lose! Lyrics

Ay, I'm always talkin' bout
I make change too
I always talkin' bout how we get it goin', you know
But I'm never talkin' bout what I'm doin'
I'm one of a kind

My money counter go frrr, frrr
We get it, yeah, go
Ay, I'm finna be a man, I gotta handle my business
I gotta get up and get it and get to the riches

Cause I wanna see something different
Yeah, okay, she be like, boy, you handsome
I'm like, thank you, I get that from my dad
I be about my cash, but I like makin' change too

She say, you got manners
I like how your mama raised you
Ay, I hop on the mic and spit my truth
Cause I got somethin' to prove

Ay, my homies a run in ya crib
That's not how I live, I stay in the stu
I'ma give it all I got until I got nothin' to lose
It's been way too much

It's been way too much
Way too much tryin' to get to the bucks
I'm from the Mil so I get to the bucks
Way too much tryin' to chase a dream

I pray I don't fail my parents
Her man tryin' to get tough with me
It's not my fault she keep starin'
Way too much bein' seventeen

Next year, everybody stop carin'
I'm in the mic screamin' world peace
'Cause way too many people stop sharin'
She told me that I'm one of a kind

Puttin' in work, not runnin' behind
Young black male livin' in this world
I'm just waitin' to get my shine
Ay, I'm finna be a man, I gotta handle my business

I gotta get up and get it and get to the riches
Cause I wanna see somethin' different
Yeah, okay, she be like, boy, you handsome
I'm like, thank you, I get that from my dad

I be about my cash, but I like makin' change too
She say you got manners
I like how your mama raised you
Ay, I hop on the mic and spit my truth

Cause I got somethin' to prove
Ay, my homies a run in ya crib
That's not how I live, I stay in the stu
I'ma give it all I got until I got nothin' to lose

Ay, I'm finna be a man, I gotta handle my business
I gotta get up and get it and get to the riches
Cause I wanna see somethin' different
Yeah, okay, she be like, boy, you handsome

I'm like, thank you, I get that from my dad
I be about my cash, but I like makin' change too
She say you got manners
I like how your mama raised you

Ay, I hop on the mic and spit my truth