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ne$ of weekend money - somethin' outta nothin' lyrics

somethin’ outa nothin’

chorus:
makin’ makin’ makin’ makin’ making somethin’ outta nothin’
somethin’ somethin’ making somethin’ outta nothin’
making something
making something outta nothing
something something making something making something
outta nothing
we made something
outta nothing
outta nothing (well not nothing nothing)
we tired of sufferin ain’t no future in your frontin’

first verse:
sunshinin’ yeah i’m smiling
but there’s darkness all around us
lost souls in this wilderness and no one ever found us
all nighters whiskey neats coca resi in my sinus
yeah ménages every other night a domi dionysus
vampire gold fronts fangs shinin’ like a diamond
bite marks on thighs thotty sounding like she dying
lying face down, ass up you know how like it
murder music on the bluetooth tender lovin’ violence
i’m k!ller no homi
drug dealer since a teen.
fiends fiend for drugs, we fiend money… we all fiends!
on milk in front the mural u know martin had dream
on my detroit red malcolm little sh+t
by any means
all these years in the mud
fed myself, fed my seed
another rat in the maze lost sniffin’ for cheese
i started off wit a quarter fronted by a young supplier
round the same time as 2pac’s ambitions of a rider
i done, seen the evolution of this game, street codes, different drugs, of myself, of brain
last few new years my resolution been to call it quits
every time i think i’m out they pull me back into this sh+t
second verse:
you don’t even know do you do you do
inspiration for all of the songs
you don’t even know how a n+gga been holding on
hustling for as long as you know me but n+gga i’m grown
even my little baby ain’t even a baby no more
how long am i gonna be duckin’ that long arm of the law
3 in the morning peekin’ in peepholes knock at the door
the trap n+gga no better word no metaphor
we all trapped sh+t both sides of the door
i’m talking bout all of this dog i’m talking all sides of this war
the custies hustlers even the lawyers and officers dog
cost of this holacaust
drug war let’s call it a loss
i thought i was winning of course
now i’m just lost in the sauce
started off… yooo
i started off just not wanting a boss
make my own schedule like f+ck it my off
write & smoke for hours or roam the city get lost
fast forward 2020 was it worth the trade off just sayin’

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