K'Naan - Nothing to Lose Lyrics
someone told his pops on himhe was talking crooked and he had some rocks on himtucked, tucked in his socks’ cornerchucks, chucks and the charlotte hornetcap, when he flowed then they all surprised on himyes, he's a fugee but he go all nas on ‘emwell, can’t go pras on ‘emand he got that crossoverbut he from the streets you don’t cross overhut, hut to the block soldiersbuck, buck to the cop vulturesnope, no i don’t know pilotsnigga i know piratesviolence the islandsshout out to my idrensput your hands up like it’s a mother *****in’ sirenwell, i paid all my duesyeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahshone a million [shoes](undefined)yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah‘cause when you got nothing leftyeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahyou got nothing to loseyeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahi used to stand on vernon and 10burnin’ a spliff burner on hipwishing to flip a bird, yac burning my chestblack certainly i’m dressedstrictly that army shitfinish my shiftpack gone before the dawn hitanything i could earn on the stripturn it and flipwatching my backcooking the potmaking it stretchdiscussing with’ my cliqueshould we duct tape the connectit’s rough and k’naan knowshe had the same woesi’m voicing my opinionsi forgot y’all was therei ain’t know y’all was still listenin’be honest i ain’t carey’all don’t get my innuendos my interestsy’all on some simple shitthinking i’m preachyyeah my church is the worldchristians sip a cup of this holy waterstuck at this phony borderit’s custom to enter the main streamyou must front and recorda poorer oratoryyour life story cornyyo, my somali niggas know what war bewe fam'well, i paid all my duesyeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahshone a million [shoes](undefined)yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah‘cause when you got nothing leftyeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahyou got nothing to loseyeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahremember when niggas said nas was somalianbaseball caps had the tags, like a yardie andit was written just came out, i was gnarly thenniggas dreaded seein’ me like a rastafarianwe didn’t know the dress code though we was bargainersthe knock off filas, with the pumps and cheap cardigansniggas looked corny i admit, we was foreignersbut this corny kid, quick to send you to the coronersy’all know my war story, i won’t repeat itit’s just injury, my victory’s undefeatedthought you knew me well, go back and delete iti’m in every joint this year, orthopedicand yes the ak’s are instruments we do drum ‘emi’m somewhere between killa and king solomonand the shades take half the face we over stun ‘emand treat obstacles like ass we overcome ‘emman, they really made me do thisi was peaceful like a buddhistbut then niggas came and screwed it up like judasnow i’m suited up with lugersrugers suddenly intrudersturn around like hoola hoopers*****ing loserswell, i paid all my duesyeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahshone a million [shoes](undefined)yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah‘cause when you got nothing leftyeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahyou got nothing to loseyeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahthis one’s for the worldthis one’s for your girlthis one’s for your mamathis one’s for your nana
