"Nothing To Lose" lyrics

[Mass of Man:]
I've been strugglin', and not too many know
Tryna get my head right, I been low
People tell me write or talk about it, I'm like, "shit, I suppose"
But the problem is I'd rather be alone
I look back at all I've done, how I've grown
How I've never lost my hope
At the man that I've become
How the fuck have I not blown?
Had to make myself remember, now it's time I let 'em know
That don't take away the fact that I'm a—

Let me get back in my element
And I came back with an ego
Print me a plaque for my penmanship
Boy, you better add some zeros
I make immaculate melodies, singin' and rappin's a medley
Ain't no surpassin' my energy
Because I've mastered it steadily
Boy, can't rap like Niko
I—I—I—I been livin' on borrow time, but I've grown to a mighty man
Flick of the wrist, sick with the tricks, David Blaine with the sight ahead
And I'll be damned if the shit I make isn't in high demand
Got higher plans
(What you mean?)
I said I'll be damned!
Pen and the pad, and I'm makin' it bleed
I make 'em unable to breathe
Tell 'em that I'm in a league of my own, Barbie makin' it—
I am the M.V.P., homie, they told me I couldn't, I did it with ease
I got the product of potency, patience, and still, I got problems you wouldn't believe

Power, respect, attention and views
I've been at it for a minute, I got somethin' to prove
Can you handle the pressure, or do you have an excuse?
Get up out of my way, I got nothin' to lose

[KYDD:]
They choose peace, 'cause they ain't got options
The only thing they'd ever kill is the vibe
If I chose war, they can not stop it
I can make sure their career don't survive
Bitch, I ain't got nothin' to lose, and that ain't no fuckin' excuse, but I am not fuckin' with you
I make this snub, no sneeze, don't know what that mean?
Well, that's when I point it at you!
Tell 'em I got a vendetta, I'm hotter than Hell is, I'm the meta on top of a meta on top of a meta
I get better whenever I'm challenged, [?], level up, I'm tryna change the position I'm in into a better one
I'm ready to do it again, like fuck it, I'm already under they skin, well let's get it poppin' then
Yeah, it's a warzone, and I'm droppin' in

And you better be ready if you come my way
When I move, it shakes the ground, [?], makes no sound
Fear makes them stay awake
And that's what fuckin' pleases me, bitch, I don't even need your fuckin'—

[Mass of Man:]
Power, respect, attention and views
I've been at it for a minute, I got somethin' to prove
Can you handle the pressure, or do you have an excuse?
Get up out of my way, I got nothin' to lose

[Bingx:]
Shit, I got no room for excuses
Music is a lucrative, and I'm usin'
[?]
Who want it?
Bitch, ever since I found sobriety, it's like my pen is a pharmasist
I'm writin' verses and scripts in variety, I got a plethora of narcotics
I got this shit for depression, Bipolar, anxiety, then take a hit and feel marvelous
I been a Marvel since Peter Parker found a power to perform the preposterous
I'm only just gettin' started, in the prime of my life, and I'm out here just markin' my target
I'm bad at the market, in par with the artists, a lot of my life homie, I got the heart of an arsonist
Just a lil' spark, and I turn 'em to dust like an arsonic bomb, I'mma show you what arson is
I come alive [?], harvest shit, I been the truth (Truth, truth)
Truth, 'cause I don't even want views
I would rather compute my [?] of income, song writin', mixin', and produce
Can't walk in my shoes, not a single mile
I'm missin' a couple of screws, and the truth of the matter is none of it matters
You facin' a rabbit with nothin' to lose, don't need this