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letra de nothing into something - jay fizzle

[intro]
(we got all the beef)
(yeah yeah)
okay, big tello
yeah
donafizzo
big grape
know what the f-ck going on, uh huh
gang sh-t no lame sh-t, uh huh, illuminati
gotta go get it, n-gga, even if you got it
go get the money, n-gga, you can never be too sure
f-ck you talking ’bout
long live flippa n-gga, paper route business
f-ck you talking ’bout, let’s go

[verse 1]
13, jumped up off the porch, and started selling weed
at 16, met a plug, now i’m the one that got them p’s
got my whole hood on my back, i tat that sh-t twice on my sleeve
i’m the realest on my block, and b-tch, that’s how big grape gon’ leave, uh
pull up, purple rover, park that b-tch up in the bottom
hop out of that b-tch, like 4, 5 deep, my lil’ one strapped with choppas (gang)
heard my opps be mad as f-ck, so what? no they can’t stop us
swear, what you just spent on your car, i went and put that ’round my collar
i got water on water on water, see a bankroll, all hundreds, no dollars
young n-gga still trappin’, bankroll getting taller
tryna keep up with the grape, n-gga, probably gettin’ smaller
pockets on fat, you can tell by the way i’m walking
keep a thing on my hip, better watch how you talking
tell the man, tell the boy come down, big n-gga try me, i’m firing
[chorus]
i’m a trappin’ ass n-gga, i got rich off selling chronic
i’m self made n-gga, ain’t n0body gave me nothing
i swear big bro, always told me, f-ck these hoes, get the money (go get it) godd-mn, it feels good when you turn nothing into something

[verse 2]
i started with a q, p, i’m pumping straight gas (stupid strong)
ran my bread up in the trap, and moved up to a half
my uncle laughed at me, said my hustle wasn’t gon’ last (f-ck that n-gga)
couple months flew by, and i was servin’ n-ggas bags (yeah)
this rap sh-t got me lit, but i swear trappin’ made it happen (trap)
hard to f-ck with rappers, cause most of these n-ggas cappin’ (cappin’)
back when i was broke, swear i did nothing, but flip and stash sh-t (dope boy)
i seen my first 50 and since then, hustlin’ been my passion (uh)
left my grandma’s house, jumped in the streets, i know she hate it (sorry)
i jumped off the porch head first, wasn’t n0body to save me
can’t wait to go get it, you’ll be broke, tryna be patient
no love up in these streets, but i love the streets because they made me

[chorus]
i’m a trappin’ ass n-gga, i got rich off selling chronic
i’m self made n-gga, ain’t n0body gave me nothing
i swear big bro, always told me, f-ck these hoes, get the money (go get it) godd-mn, it feels good when you turn nothing into something (on god, straight up)

[outro]
we ain’t going back and forth no more man
we ain’t going back to that no more, we up now
all the way up there, n-gga
paper route business
f-ck you talking ’bout?
gang

- jay fizzle

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