Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothing Ventured, artist - Ed O.G. Album song The Truth Hurts, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Overlooked
Song language: English
Nothing Ventured |
Merry fifth-mas ‘til you get your trees up |
Black Thought spit like a firearm — lickin' your knees up |
Fifth militia crowd please alight Nate Wally |
Worldwide — civilized when it speak ollie |
Courage under fire — Thought, the wire-walkin' SP |
Smooth-talkin' rap Attila — the hundred-spliff skilla |
So travel the globe, there’s none iller |
Come blows in the spine — tell her why the rhyme killer |
Clone grafted on sweat that I shed — somethin' I said |
Rock a fifth insignia all up on his head |
My black lung regiment can’t relate with fake shit |
I’m swimmin' with up inside the snake pit |
Makeshift niggas is lost out there — the turn the mics off |
Y’all MCs should duck down |
We comin' with this well-wrapped sound from Philly-town |
Shatter your crown — what the people want now |
Now all these chickens runnin' round with they head cut off |
And if you ever caught me sleepin', it was after I got my nut off |
You like shinin'? |
It’s gettin' shut off |
We keep ones like strippers who shake they butt off |
A lot of y’all can’t pay back advances |
I get my grind on just like lap dances |
We in the last days, the last chances |
No storybook romances — me and Thought got the answers |
If we wylin' or chillin' growin' up in bloody streets |
Or even in bleedin' buildings — this rap thing feedin' millions |
You on a mission to shine and glisten |
‘Cause money talks, and when it talks, motherfuckers listen |
Now, ‘cause your ish flop |
That don’t apply to me when my ish drop |
I love hip-hop, and love Roxbury |
Niggas be breakin' when I rock steady |
But y’all ain’t ready for Eddie — c’mon |
My team can only do the best that we can |
And will never let a chicken make us less than a man |
Breathe every breath that you can — I’ll be the life of the party |
You’ll be the death of your man with your weapon in hand |
Yo, I’m liable to let loose on my rival |
On my arrival, I spit verses like the Bible |
In a language that’s tribal to ensure my survival |
Up in the clouds off the hydro |
When I pass you, don’t get salted like a cashew |
I do what I want to, and you do what you have to |
Ed O.G. |
— and none of y’all ahead of me |
On point is what you better be — dog, check the pedigree |