Man I came up on the real thing, but I said I wanted better, that's on everything
Imma close the gateway to my doorstep, watch close imma ball till there's nothing left
Pussy niggas hating I ain't fond of that, keep the peace and there's never need for contact
Self made label, you can cut the check
Watch close imma ball till there's nothing left
Couldn't hang with me, not even one of me
People talk like they're a friend of me, it's tragic energy
Kicking dummies with the symmetry, it's really meant to be
All my demons on vacation so it's easier for me
Pump it up, thought you was the one, heard you having fun
Get it nice, bitches act polite, demons in the light
I'm upset, niggas locking in, perfect time to win
It's okay, imma throw it down, Statyk back in town
Bitches shaking ass, stain on glass, got too little class
Put the pressure on, get the message wrong, what type of set you on
Beaming up, my power tough, you niggas out of luck
Cross my chest, make sure you hit the vest till there's nothing left
Man I came up on the real thing, but I said I wanted better, that's on everything
Imma close the gateway to my doorstep, watch close imma ball till there's nothing left
Pussy niggas hating I ain't fond of that, keep the peace and there's never need for contact
Self made label, you can cut the check
Watch close imma ball till there's nothing left
Joey Statyk - Nothing Left (Interlude) Lyrics
Joey Statyk - Nothing Left (Interlude) Lyrics
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Man I came up on the real thing, but I said I wanted better, that's on everything
Imma close the gateway to my doorstep, watch close imma ball till there's nothing left
Pussy niggas hating I ain't fond of that, keep the peace and there's never need for contact
Self made label, you can cut the check
Watch close imma ball till there's nothing left
Couldn't hang with me, not even one of me
People talk like they're a friend of me, it's tragic energy
Kicking dummies with the symmetry, it's really meant to be
All my demons on vacation so it's easier for me
Pump it up, thought you was the one, heard you having fun
Get it nice, bitches act polite, demons in the light
I'm upset, niggas locking in, perfect time to win
It's okay, imma throw it down, Statyk back in town
Bitches shaking ass, stain on glass, got too little class
Put the pressure on, get the message wrong, what type of set you on
Beaming up, my power tough, you niggas out of luck
Cross my chest, make sure you hit the vest till there's nothing left
Man I came up on the real thing, but I said I wanted better, that's on everything
Imma close the gateway to my doorstep, watch close imma ball till there's nothing left
Pussy niggas hating I ain't fond of that, keep the peace and there's never need for contact
Self made label, you can cut the check
Watch close imma ball till there's nothing left
Imma close the gateway to my doorstep, watch close imma ball till there's nothing left
Pussy niggas hating I ain't fond of that, keep the peace and there's never need for contact
Self made label, you can cut the check
Watch close imma ball till there's nothing left
Couldn't hang with me, not even one of me
People talk like they're a friend of me, it's tragic energy
Kicking dummies with the symmetry, it's really meant to be
All my demons on vacation so it's easier for me
Pump it up, thought you was the one, heard you having fun
Get it nice, bitches act polite, demons in the light
I'm upset, niggas locking in, perfect time to win
It's okay, imma throw it down, Statyk back in town
Bitches shaking ass, stain on glass, got too little class
Put the pressure on, get the message wrong, what type of set you on
Beaming up, my power tough, you niggas out of luck
Cross my chest, make sure you hit the vest till there's nothing left
Man I came up on the real thing, but I said I wanted better, that's on everything
Imma close the gateway to my doorstep, watch close imma ball till there's nothing left
Pussy niggas hating I ain't fond of that, keep the peace and there's never need for contact
Self made label, you can cut the check
Watch close imma ball till there's nothing left
Writer: Joey Doutre
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