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Nothin Left
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Nothin Left was released on August 6, 2026 by Ric Day as a part of the album Walk Wit Me
August 6, 2026
LabelRic Day
LanguageEnglish
BPM82
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

What we got left to prove
Ayy, Mac
Nothing left, ain't nothing left
Nothing left, it's all gone
Go for self, that's to the death and the
And if they sleep then let 'em keep on sleeping
I'ma keep eating just as sure as I'm breathing
Nothing left, nothing left
Ain't nothing left, it's all gone
Go for self, that's to the death and the
And if they sleep then let 'em keep on sleeping
And I'ma keep eating just as sure as I'm breathing
Spit fire, get high
Then the 7-4-7, 5-4-5-6, no 9-11
No Mr. Buildings, Mr. Children, heaven lost
Hurt to your heart when they find that the devil's your boss
But you need that paycheck, house ain't paid for yet
There's some things you regret but can never forget
Plus the baby needs shoes so I got bad news
Ain't no need to sing the blues, gotta pay these dues
Waging wars on these devils and they pray we lose
So many battles we done lost, somebody pray we win the war
Rush the gates, we at the door, give us the three or take the four
Pound full of rounds and she always on ready
Ain't even gotta aim, just hold it real steady
Now everything gone, what we got to prove?
Shit done got me in the zone like what we got to lose?
Shit done got me on the go like, like I got to move
Nothing left, ain't nothing left
Nothing left, it's all gone
Go for self, that's to the death and the
And if they sleep then let 'em keep on sleeping
I'ma keep eating just as sure as I'm breathing
Nothing left, nothing left
Ain't nothing left, it's all gone
Go for self, that's to the death and the
And if they sleep then let 'em keep on sleeping
And I'ma keep eating just as sure as I'm breathing
My demeanor tough, now what you expect?
I don't even show guns, still commanding respect
Major cost to be the boss, selling 'em all paid out
Got me switching up my plan and they all laid out
Pocket full of big bands, yeah, that's symphony music
Making bread, them big hands, I got the recipe to it
I don't just get-get it, I aggressively do it
And still I done took some losses like for testing me through it
4:20, 8:30, 5:30 Pacific
The exact day and the time, I'm just being specific
Got me blowing on that lime and I'm feeling terrific
And still it's all uphill battle even when you so gifted
Master chef and masterpieces, cooking in Hell's Kitchen
Got us up against these bots, hope they keep on glitching
Why I gave up all my cribs, got me sleeping in the ride
And it's just a car door from sleeping outside
Nothing left, ain't nothing left
Nothing left, it's all gone
Go for self, that's to the death and the
And if they sleep then let 'em keep on sleeping
I'ma keep eating just as sure as I'm breathing
Nothing left, nothing left
Ain't nothing left, it's all gone
Go for self, that's to the death and the
And if they sleep then let 'em keep on sleeping
And I'ma keep eating just as sure as I'm breathing
Written by: Eric Smith
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