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This song is by Young Jeezy.

Man, them young niggas killing 'bout nothing
Show up at the spot with the choppers like nothing
Full fifty shots, clear the block like nothing
If you made it from the bottom to the top like nothing

You don't owe a nigga nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
You don't owe a nigga nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
You don't owe a nigga

Put your cups in the air, I'd like to make a toast
In case it goes down, yeah, you know I got my toast
And when you really from the streets, that's when they hate you most
And when you really got it then that's when they hate you close

Knew him back in the day when we was getting money
Now every time I see the nigga he be actin' funny
Don't you niggas see it? I'm a little pressed for time
Wanna talk about the past, told 'em press rewind

And I ain't feeling what you saying hoe, you out of place
I have you feeling what I'm spraying, yeah, it's on my waist
I'm trying to chill, smoke a couple with my lady friend
So they can meet me at the telly in the latest Benz

Man, them young niggas killing 'bout nothing
Show up at the spot with the choppers like nothing
Full fifty shots, clear the block like nothing
If you made it from the bottom to the top like nothing

You don't owe a nigga nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
You don't owe a nigga nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
You don't owe a nigga

Nigga, you see me getting mine, you better get yours
Are you the one doing the serving or you getting served?
Or you the one doing the jacking or you getting jacked
Or you the one that's going hard or you falling back

And I don't believe in falling back, bitch, I'm going hard
They wanna see me fucked up, man I swear to God
They praying that I fail, they praying that I rise
I guess the hating didn't work so now they telling lies

Oh, he ain't did this, and he ain't did that
Boy, keep it real with ya self, you know he lived that
You ain't real, you don't give 'em what they asking for
Such a real nigga, what the fuck you askin' fo'

Man, them young niggas killing 'bout nothing
Show up at the spot with the choppers like nothing
Full fifty shots, clear the block like nothing
If you made it from the bottom to the top like nothing

You don't owe a nigga nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
You don't owe a nigga nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
You don't owe a nigga

And you don't even know a nigga, what you hating for?
And I ain't going nowhere so what you waiting for?
Beat the street, this rap shit cake and ice cream
Fuck the selling words, bitch, I sold ice cream

From the bottom to the top, that's a nice dream
How you make it out young? I had a nice scheme
And I don't owe a nigga shit, better get it right
Just know a nigga stayed down each and every night

Hands on, yeah, I broke down my own things
Hands on, yeah, I counted up my own chains
Fifties over here, twenties over there
You know the rest, nigga, [unverified] singles everywhere

Man, them young niggas killing 'bout nothing
Show up at the spot with the choppers like nothing
Full fifty shots, clear the block like nothing
If you made it from the bottom to the top like nothing

You don't owe a nigga nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
You don't owe a nigga nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
You don't owe a nigga

Credits

Written by:

Jay Jenkins; Antoine Kearney

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