Nina Bankz - NADA (feat. Chance Connor) Lyrics

What's with people acting so entitled?
One of the reasons I'm so unbridled
Worried about what? NADA, not even rivaled
Try to take my all, but never build me up
Done being used, now you're really out of luck
Sitting caked up, never laid up in a broke man's bed
Instead, I think I'd rather be dead
F*ck the roster too, they all just prospects
Gold-digging to get them out of the projects
Done with the days being a prostitute
Now all these bitches so disrepute, that's why they destitute
Wanna follow suit when I execute, bitches or my next move
They want me to be divine, but if you don't get in line
You'll be the one that's posted on a shrine
Bitch, I'm the one of one all the greats co-sign

Acting whack so you getting NADA, your writers done, SAG-AFTRA
They want me so sought-after, with you, they don't even bother
Want nothing more than to kill you hoes, careers slipped, shit stuck froze
Shame that's the path they chose, the doors close, they some FOMO's
Can't perform, they some no shows, you too, you're getting NADA

You be getting NADA when I win though
Out here talking like you got it, I'm like when though?
Put it plain I be making it look simple
When I take the paper and I throw it out the window
I'm a boss bitch, rapper, executive
Y'all are irrelevant, put it on mute or I'll deafen it
That is a definite, I set the precedent
Present and past, and 'til the end of it
Stay tryna force my hand to clap back
Use the middle and thumb if you wanna get snapped at
Damn, if you get the picture I'm at bat
But you'll be the one that is running home that's facts
Rappers popping out with a return, but they talking out of turn
Be the wackest and I'd rather watch you burn
The fact of the matter is y'all ain't did shit
I've brought beef to the platter and I'll still dish it

Acting whack so you getting NADA, your writers done, SAG-AFTRA
They want me so sought-after, with you, they don't even bother
Want nothing more than to kill you hoes, careers slipped, shit stuck froze
Shame that's the path they chose, the doors close, they some FOMO's
Can't perform, they some no shows, you too, you're getting NADA

Do this shit for real, don't f*ck with cons we're pros
My bars not recycled, Cee$, are yours?
Wait, scratch that, dumb ass question
Bitches face crunching, cause I'm crushing
Opps, flops, they knocking at my door
Crunchy face, my beats knock more
Greedy when I'm already serving, what could you want more?
Metaphors, wordplay, y'all can't see me on my worst day
Vets rapping like it's their first day, coming for me
Got their tea, I'm their worst fate

Here, let's take a survey, me? I got them quotables boy
That's why they still pick Cee$/C's like it's multiple choice
It's really not though, it's time to clear up that debacle
We gon' spin the block until it's bumping like some potholes
I don't give a f*ck, they in it then we interrupt
I put 'em in a ditch and Nina put 'em in a Dutch