Nothing Else Matters

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Pooh, you a fool for this one
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 House by the lake, my mother straight, ayy, nothing else matters
 I poured an eight inside my double cup, codeine in my bladder
 I never said that it was easy climbing the ladder
 I came a long way from the corner, yeah, that's actual factors
 I bought a brand new Birkin bag for my main thing
 I got way more than I ever had, so no, I can't complain
 No, you can't be my main, so baby, maintain
 See, I be coolin' with the Crips and we be smoking dank
 Lil Timmy quick to empty clips like this the shooting range
 Them niggas don't know how it feel to be walking through rain, ayy
 Leeky caught five years, I miss my main man
 'Cause I'll spend a whole five mil' to get him out them chains
 Forty thousand on baguetties, 'preciate Johnny Dang
 I ain't with the he-say she-say, tell you like a man
 Even if I had a hundred mil', I swear I'd still be the same
 Young project baby from Eastville, still on the corner I claim
 I might hit the mall with the fellas
 I promise we gon' all ball together, we gon' all ball together
 I told 'em off the wall ain't no pressure
 We gon' stack it tall and get this cheddar, it gon' be better
 House by the lake, my mother straight, ayy, nothing else matters
 I poured an eight inside my double cup, codeine in my bladder
 I never said that it was easy climbing the ladder
 I came a long way from the corner, yeah, that's actual factors
 I bought a brand new Birkin bag for my main thing
 I got way more than I ever had, so no, I can't complain
 No, you can't be my main, so baby, maintain
 See, I be coolin' with the Crips and we be smoking dank
 I don't do plain jane, VVS's my necklace
 Ho, you a damn shame, suckin' dick in the Tesla
 I'm on South Beach with the baddest baddie, I'm smokin' pressure
 Peezy fantastic with plastic, wrap it with no compressor
 Can't slip, just purchased the new G-Wagen, they need to catch up
 I tried to tell 'em what's really happenin', they hate I'm next up
 Deep in these streets, they know what crackin', I'm never gon' let up
 I'm tryna figure out what happened, thought this was forever
 I did her wrong, I fucked her good, now she think that I love her
 Yeah, shootouts in the neighborhood, I come straight from the gutter
 Yeah, taking flights in my G Nikes, I perfected my hustle
 Stood on that block from day to night, I worked the triple double
 House by the lake, my mother straight, ayy, nothing else matters
 I poured an eight inside my double cup, codeine in my bladder
 I never said that it was easy climbing the ladder
 I came a long way from the corner, yeah, that's actual factors
 I bought a brand new Birkin bag for my main thing
 I got way more than I ever had, so no, I can't complain
 No, you can't be my main, so baby, maintain
 See, I be coolin' with the Crips and we be smoking dank
 Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
 Ooh, child, well, things are gonna get brighter
 

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Duration
02:38
Key
4
Tempo
83 BPM

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