Nothin Else lyrics

I don’t know nothing else
Another day another dollar*
I don’t know nothing else
Got the hood on my back
For my partners
So I keep it a hundred (keep it a hundred)
Keep it a hundred (know I keep it a hundred)
I don’t know nothing else
I don’t know nothing else
I had some friends who ain’t think it was real
Down on my luck but they wasn't* there
I wonder how them n*ggas feel
I’m eye for eye, I even a kill
I learned to, I learned to bury the* hate
With plans of me buyin’ that house
I wasn’t fired from it at all
I’m smart, I just had to get out
I’m all on my own
And n*ggas ain’t help me but think that I owe em*
They come at me wrong
That n*gga ?? your b*tch I’ve got plans
I know where I’m going
Some of you ain’t
I put that on my hood, put that on my hood
Put that on my hood
Yea I’m goin’ through pain
Yea I’m doing what you can't*
Should’ve seen my dope*
Lyin’ out* in front of that dope spot
I was bringing that dough in
Never backed up, no slow in
Now hood ass n*gga on the block that’s me
Tell them n*ggas I’m good
My* walk my talk my clothes my n*ggas
My cash stocks for my hood
Where I’m from, get shot they close that
Kick* door, where them Oz* at?
These* b*tch ass n*ggas tryna copy us
Give* the cool n*ggas, they flow back
I see these n*ggas hatin* and they don’t know why
But I’m just chillin’, rolling joints
Watching them Jergy drive
I hope you know that
I don’t know nothing else
Another day another dollar*
I don’t know nothing else
Got the hood on my back
For my partners
I keep it a hundred (keep it a hundred)
Keep it a hundred (know I keep it a hundred)
I’m from the jungle my n*gga
I don’t know nothing else
I don’t know nothing else
I got that 40 up on that night stand
Shorty doin’ that night dance
All this money, all this weed
I’m countin’ it like goddamn
They question my G, same n*ggas want it for free
Tell* ‘em I’m cool on V
They won’t get nothing from me
I never hear what they sayin’
I be so far out of touch
And they be* lookin’ like zombies
When they be* full of that dust
I be fish bowling that red thing
My pinky clean, my wheels clean
My sound up, that weed lit
My b*tch callin’, my* grill mean
They* sound like Mr. Ron, that pool hall on the aisle
A lot of n*ggas came and gone but look here, here I stand
My n*ggas locked, some of ‘em lost
This where I’m from
Wouldn’t change it at all
Hazelwood years love
All my n*ggas whats* good
f*ck’s wrong with you n*ggas?
What you think, I ain’t hood?
Hazelwood years love
All my n*ggas whats* good
f*ck is* wrong with these n*ggas?
What y’all think, we ain’t hood?
I don’t know nothing else
Another day another dollar*
I don’t know nothing else
Got the hood on my back
For my partners
I keep it a hundred (keep it a hundred)
Keep it a hundred (know I keep it a hundred)
I don’t know nothing else
I don’t know nothing else