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Nothing 2 My Name
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Tony Shhnow
Featuring(s) : OJ da Juiceman
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[Intro: Tony Shhnow] (You rocking with DJ YoungKash) Uh, ayy Yeah (Fuck) I want money, fuck the fame, I'm a real trap nigga Pull up in a— yeah, go, yeah [Chorus: Tony Shhnow] Came from the bottom, I had nothing to my name I'm a real trap nigga, I want money, fuck the fame Quarter pound, half a pound, I done finally made it to a whole one You could call me for whatever unless you tryna hold somethin' [Verse 1: Tony Shhnow] Take your queen, shut down the club off a face card This life no movie, but these pussy niggas act hard I got a gun and my bitch got one too She give me head like she playing the flute I got a check, I just know what to do I'm true to the game, ain't no way I'ma lose I get flashbacks, I can vividly remember every day on the block (Fuck) Even more than hustling, we had to lay on the block We had to eat, sleep, shit, piss, and pray on the block Nigga, fuck your loot, I been making them knots I'm in the hood, hop out the Suburban I'm in the trap, got a bad bitch twerking Her head was so good, if I bought it, she earned it I got a tip for whatever you working My money straight, but my bitch body cursive I let in the sing in the trap like rehearsal I'm with the movement like I'm universal [Chorus: Tony Shhnow] Came from the bottom, I had nothing to my name I'm a real trap nigga, I want money, fuck the fame Quarter pound, half a pound, I done finally made it to a whole one You could call me for whatever unless you tryna hold somethin' [Verse 2: OJ da Juiceman] Ayy, Yung Juice Half a pound, whole brick, started from the bottom Skrrt, skrrt in the pot, tryna make a dollar Started in the 'partment, call it public housing Standin' on them corners, tryna make a thousand hours Smokin' '93, make my babies take a shower Glock 27 protect a nigga like a father Remember '08, I had bricks in the Charger CEO, I run my shit just like Tha Carter Never graduated, but young Juiceman way smarter Remember those days when I used to ride MARTA Now I'm calling shots, yeah, young Juiceman, he a baller (Swish) Shittin' on niggas, you would swear I was a toddler (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Tony Shhnow] Came from the bottom, I had nothing to my name I'm a real trap nigga, I want money, fuck the fame Quarter pound, half a pound, I done finally made it to a whole one You could call me for whatever unless you tryna hold somethin'
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