6 foot 7 foot mixtape - Nothin’

Nothin’ but the show yeah

Nothin’ much to show but

Only the talent, nothing less or so what

Nothin’ like the law yeah, never was a soldier

Grown pass the bone, fuck livin’ life sober

E’r’ybody owe me, fuck all yo Pro Bono

Walking tall, ain’t feeling small, y’all ain’t got no soul though

Swimmin’ in all this money, bitch we way past Corollas

Y’all ain’t understand yet? Well let me set the tone yeah

I sold my soul, long ago, all for gold

Ain’t that bold, ain’t no regret, wa’n’t nothin’ I ever even owned

Never mind, fuck the show

Let god’s work take its toll

Read the message it ain’t cryptic

Lyricism is intrinsic

Fuck the third commandment god

I think today must be my coronation

Leave go on go on be gone

Before dis’ turn to a commemoration

Out of the shadows bitch I shine

Your downfall? My design

All thanks to Father Time

My rappin’? Crossed the line

My rappin’? It’s a crime

My rappin’? Tis’ sublime