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nothing - max civils lyrics

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[chorus]

im just doing me
you doing
(nothing)

i get paid a lot
you making
(nothing)

always got yours hand out
you ain’t getting
(nothing)

try to f*ck with me
but your actions worth
(nothing)

[verse 1]

it took a lot from me
to not shoot shots
and cause some casulaties
thinking that your sl!ck
but your actions lack subtly
capping right infront of me
this the way it had to be
truth come naturally
truth is
sh*t you do is useless
but the moves that i be making
keep on turning into blue prints
why you so consumed with
all the things that i be doing
told you from the start that
i’m the one that they be viewing
used to count the minute
but i never check my watch now
working late nights
only withdrawal is the cash out
never get checced only get the chеcks
you talk a lot of sh*t homie wash your breath
no disrespеct, well a little bit
saw your tear up when you met
like a little b*tch
no more games
immortal combat finish it
i get bread
i can show you what a dealer is
stop selling dime bags
you’re not dope
got crumbs up on your plate
but you might choke
you walk a fine line
like a tight rope
i’ll knock your lights out
how your night
dropped you from my team
it was that simple
not the only one
you can stay single
ill smack you in your dome piece
high hat cymbal
thank god the king was there
or it would not have been civil
[chorus]

im just doing me
you doing
(nothing)

i get paid a lot
you making
(nothing)

always got yours hand out
you ain’t getting
(nothing)

try to f*ck with me
but your actions worth
(nothing)

[verse 2]

quit flexing on your grams
like your life ain’t a mess
quit talking all your sh*t man
no body is impressed
quit quitting in distress
quit b*tchin for a check
quit acting like a b*tch
when your claimin you the best
congratulations
finally you get it
your life to me’s pathetic
somebody call a medic
i’m a drama ear away from turning
my sh*t into reckless
stepp up on your throat and
leave you breathless
with a shoe print necklace
never can effect us
remove you like asbestos
the kisses of death to me
when you messin with my exes
that really hit my nerve
like you were f*cking with my plexus
i’m talking solar
i’m hans solo
give me controller
i’m moving dolo
please no photo
when i walking
need no promo
to keep em talking
i get paid for all my thoughts
you paid to clock in
and still you got a big ass ego
that sh*ts obnoxious

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