50 Cent feat. Jeremih – Still Think I’m Nothing (Lyrics)

Lyrics “Still Think I’m Nothing” by 50 Cent feat. Jeremih

Oh yeah
Look at you, you lil’ dirty ass n*gga you ain’t sh*t
Ouuh
Bongo By The Way

They used to tell me that I wouldn’t be nothing, yeah
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
Look at me now n*gga
Pull up, get your b*tch, in drop top we roll out
Y’all n*ggas ain’t sh*t
They all act like they ain’t know bet they know now
I’m up n*gga

If I ever said f*ck you n*gga I meant to
When you come up how I came up, life’s not gentle
See that tear in my mama eye, that meant the rent due
I prayed on it, God didn’t say nothing back
Saw that cocaine you had, we turned it to crack
Had a couple grams of diesel, we was just tryna make it

A brown sheepskin on, n*ggas was tryna’ take it
You know the kind of drama that come with the leather bomber
n*ggas try to jump you gotta stay with the lama
Suckers sh*t n*ggas get shot over some nah, nah
If n*ggas want problems I’m sayin’ this no problem
I catch ’em on the late night and dearly depart ’em

Look back
Look where we started from
It’s all the beginning
They ain’t tell me why we come this far
Now they feel it in the air
When it’s 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
Driving down the boulevard
I remember when..

They used to tell me that I wouldn’t be nothing, yeah
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
Look at me now n*gga
Pull up, get your b*tch, in drop top we roll out
Y’all n*ggas ain’t sh*t
They all act like they ain’t know bet they know now
I’m up n*gga

I remember all the sh*t you said to me ’cause it hurt me
Then it helped me ’cause then I was down to do the dirt
See the knots in my pockets boy, I go the cash route
I see you with your skinny jeans, punk, with your ass out
And I got all kind of money now
Look what you made me

Got a different type of temper, man a n*gga get crazy
My A.P. look like I done dipped it in water, hard
Like me when I done dipped in your daughter
From playin’ with Hot Wheels to collecting cars
That sh*t in the duPont registry’s in my yard
Somehow the bullsh*t shifted
Now the motherf*ckers calling me gifted
And I be like

Look back
Look where we started from
It’s all the beginning
They ain’t tell me why we come this far
Now they feel it in the air
When it’s 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
Driving down the boulevard
I remember when..

They used to tell me that I wouldn’t be nothing, yeah
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
Look at me now n*gga
Pull up, get your b*tch, in drop top we roll out
Y’all n*ggas ain’t sh*t
They all act like they ain’t know bet they know now
I’m up n*gga…

➤ Produced by Bongo By The Way
50 Cent 2017

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