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not for nothin’ (ft. e-dot, loer velocity, and donnan links) – “story”
[produced by donnan links]

[intro: e-dot]
yo. ok! alright! yo. it’s all good, though. that’s what’s up, you big, black, black chimp. yo. not for nothin’, big, black, black chimp

[verse 1: e-dot]
ain’t nothing wrong
with feeling good, long as this sport is understood. everything is everything, i suppose
you see, everybody got their own trials and tribulations and skeletons in closets to expose
what seemed like war: my people, every day, put what they considered the love up in their nose
yeah, i know it feels good for a minute, but that one b-tch could quickly run a brother of his o’s
everyone, i’d come to help and, to n-gg- like myself, that’s a major point a brother would suppose
remember that miracle in life because, you take that sh-t for granted, that’s exactly when it goes
so i’m like, “f-ck it, man.” i focus on the future, then i hope for the best, and then i reap what i sow
but we’re too busy thinking about when the good is gonna end and then we often just keep it on the low
ain’t nothing wrong with feeling good

[hook: loer velocity] (x9)
that’s just the way the story goes

[verse 2: loer velocity]
now there’s nothing really wrong with feeling good but there’s a flipside to everything and all beneath the stars (the stars)
positivity has an equal opposite, negative like man and woman, venus and mars (mars)
now that’s more than ‘nough reason to go full-steam ahead and turn these footsteps and inches to yards (yards)
instead, his back’s against the wall with the nile up in the face, burning hydroponic rolled-up cigars (cigars)
now he could sober up quick, see things for what they are, or drink away the pain up in these bars (what do you know?)
he chose to let sh-t out, let the whiskey flush it out, sitting around empty bottles and jars (jars)
there, soaking in his own misconceptions, causing more damage and emotional scars (scars)
somebody should have told him: man, that alcohol’ll fold him. then again, sometimes it’s in the cards
just to be used like that

[hook: loer velocity] (x9)
that’s just the way the story goes

[verse 3: donnan links]
understand
a crutch ain’t always a dutch, but has a surgeon general’s warning on the side. it’s not always
the gage, but packs people smoke every day, brothers sell on the side to get by. it could be
the x chromosome or y, for that matter. being with ‘em the only time you feel fly. always up
under ‘em, knowing you have previous engagements. procrastination is in “t” for time
or witness ones that misplaced their dreams, put faith in beings that are as human as you and i
and i wondered, “was it my position to try to step in it or wait it out to see if it subsides?” i realized
love is love and blood is blood. i’d hate for him to reminisce and say why
and, when on all the days home, seed don’t motivate you, then your situation wasn’t really meant to rise

[hook: loer velocity] (x9)
that’s just the way the story goes

- not for nothin

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