Nothing To Lose (feat. Dying Star)

I'm too real so they can't compare to him

They say plenty fish in the sea, I'm stuck in an aquarium

Your music puts these cats to sleep like a veterinarian

Afraid of some beef, a bunch of vegetarians

Don't wonder why they scared of him

I'm far from your average dude

To the top is where he has to move

So if you ain't coming with, move by when I'm passing through

In high school they would always laugh at you

Saying I'm a wannabe B-Rabbit, now look at all this rabbit food

Pull these words out my hat like a magic move

Other rappers can't even come with half the groove

Nah, don't block no pain, don't gotta buy me pills

On tracks you can't keep up, I'm Tyreek Hill

Let it all out with the raps, this ain't a tiny spill

All my business is getting handled

There's a storm brewing that wasn't on the Weather Channel

Like JB in the summer trying to get a better handle

Not the one to look up to, I don't set examples

Get up in the booth producing and I'm meshing samples

Go against me, you getting trampled

Get my money, trying to get a handful, yeah I'ma count it up

As a teen they say I wouldn't amount to much

Asking who the raps are discussing, it ain't about you slut

Don't know what I had to transport

Stashing all that weight inside my Jansport

They call my name out, I'ma pounce on them

Was 14 years old battling at the town common

Back when all I could cook was brown ramen

Pulling out stacks on them

Smoking on the tree, that'll get your ass falling

Back into the couch at home, ain't no good rhymes coming out your dome

Make you rethink and cancel flows

Don't know how artists getting all these shows

With two songs out, must be doing something with the blow

And I'm not talking coke to sniff

Talking about how the slut likes to choke on dick

It's 2024, can't use kindness to approach a chick

At your door, I'ma throw a kick

I'll be rapping until they invent flying cars

On these tracks, I'm trying hard

Time to scream and shout, I'ma pass it to Dying Star

It's Dying Star, bitch

Shout out Jchron

And I got nothing to lose

And I got nothing to lose

And I got nothing to lose

And I got nothing to lose

And I got nothing to lose

And I got nothing to lose

I don't wanna fuck bitch

I'm fucking on my bed, bitch

Drowning in my sorrows, yeah, I don't wanna have this

Living in a nightmare, bitch

I got paralysis, acting like I don't care

I don't give a fuck, bitch

I still don't sleep at night

I still wanna end my life

A D-star flow, a D-star rhyme

I'll be fucked up till I die

I'll be fucked up till I die

Smoking all my weed till I got too high

I don't wanna hoe if all she do is lie

I try to kill myself, but you still love me, why

Don't you ever leave, bitch, I might fucking kill you

The voices in my head, yeah, they mean me a little cuckoo

I promise I won't hurt you if you stay and fucking love me

I really wanna be with you, I'll show you what it could be

And I got nothing to lose

And I got nothing to lose

And I got nothing to lose

And I got nothing to lose, bitch

And I got nothing to lose

And I got nothing to lose