So Far

So far I've come to find

There's no one here, no life I fear (Let's go!)

I came for nothing (Dave West, Dilla Dawg collabo)

They have gone— gone— gone— (Hot sh— hot sh— hot sh—)

So far I've come to find (Turn it up)

There's no one here, no life I fear (Yup)

I came for nothing

They have gone— gone— gone— (Oh!)

Nobody's home

Oh, it's the boy with the heat, torching the beat

Of course, it is me, but unfortunately (No one's home)

But you can hit me on the box, I'm busy on the block

Getting fifty on the crop, biatch (No one's home)

Getting ready to bounce with Nitty on them gold dubs – glow

Right to a house, floated out – cold bustos

We gon' have some fun, but no funds, yo

I don't save 'em – I'm sorry, I don't love hoes

But I blow big blunt smoke

Keep one close, and oh – you don't want those

So catch shit the size of donut holes

Don't like surprises, don't run slow

Spit it hot, hit the titty to the topless

And the party over when the Mo' runs low

Get the trees out and hit it, 'cause we's out

And she's 'bout to get it, 'cause no one's home

So far I've come to find

There's no one here, no life I fear

(Well...) What?

(At least that's what she told me... you know?)

I came for nothing

They have gone— gone— gone—

(We was 'bout to exit the club

Swing an "F" in the truck, you know)

So far I've come to find

There's no one here, no life I fear

(She made me sit back, and...

Realize that) What?

I came for nothing

They have gone— gone— gone—

(McNas' *is* the shit

Uh, oh, oh)

Nobody's home

Ain't no stoppin' us, be a whole bunch of talk

Ain't no popping 'em, 'cause (No one's home)

What! We out in the streets – what? All day and night

Bar blazin' hot, walk straight inside

V.I.P., baby

These days, D.I. pre-screens, baby – "Let me see I.D.!"

I'm like – "Pass the Mo' case, or no case"

Out for cash, so – no paper, no Jay (No way!)

Like O.J., I'm hitting the gas

With the old Jay hid in my stash (Bounce)

Just for the hater –

Pissed 'cause the McNas' clique rolls thick with a fist full o' paper

Hit a twist-up Swisher to blaze up

Get a whiff, get a lift-up in Jay's truck

I said it before – pop up and get it poppin'

Quit the knocking, there's no one home

So far I've come to find

There's no one here, no life I fear

I came from nothing

They have gone— gone— gone—