3-15
Nothing At All
From my senior year to now, life has made a switch
Gambled with my winnings and I rolled the ice./
Cards were shuffled and dealt
I saw my hand and I felt like I folded twice./
Don't know where to go with life./

I been on my hustle since a youngin'
Extra money in my pockets./
Every night was payday; don't know why I'd stop it./
Visions of Momma puttin' me in a casket
But I don't know where she'll drop it./
Best case scenario, she visits the prison I'm locked in

Dreams of lavish livin'
Goin' from rags to riches./
Damn, I guess that's sickness; God, please have forgiveness./

My weed has concentrated
I'm faded when I'm hittin' my pen
If I wanna, I pour it and take a drink of that Hen'

If it's a session, then I'm spittin'
I'm reppin' that Pacific Northwest -Portland's where I kick it
In case your bitch wanna visit

Suckas can catch me off the clock
Time tickin' if you tock (talk)
It's all about the walk, and I learned that from the block, muthafucka

//Chorus//
//I'm not trippin' 'bout some lost time
Everyone's got struggles and I've got mine

Head held high when they watchin' me fall
And next time I come up, I'm sweatin' nothin' at all.//