Nothing Else Matters Lyrics

Nothing else matters

SLiC Water

I been focused on the good nigga Don't call me w no sad stuff

Court side on the wood Might shoot a 3 I can't pass it up

She could split my pole but I won't ever give her no bad luck

We done made another baby cuz I like her face down w her ass up

Yea

What's on my mind Just run this cash up

Yea

Collect that bread just like a pastor

Yea

That happiness is all I'm after

Yea

End of the day nothing else matters

Yea

I been in the game I ain't on the bench I gotta make some plays

I done put tints all on the whip can't see them throwing shade

I done put a 9 on my hip because these niggas ain't throwing fades

Like I'm shootings craps dice in my hand nigga ima make something shake

Staying locked in nothing else matters, taking it day by day

Focused on the cash no handouts, I gotta pay my way

I been on this for a while

Thought about putting it down

I heard they missing my sound

Yea yea yea

Thinking about switching my style

That shit was burning me out

That's all I'm thinking about

Yea yea yea

I got to lose all the doubt

And never do it for clout

I gotta figure it out

Yea yea yea

I been focused on the good nigga Don't call me w no sad stuff

Court side on the wood Might shoot a 3 I can't pass it up

She could split my pole but I won't ever give her no bad luck

We done made another baby cuz I like her face down w her ass up

Yea

What's on my mind Just run this cash up

Yea

Collect that bread just like a pastor

Yea

That happiness is all I'm after

Yea

End of the day nothing else matters

Yea

Now I got these babies , gotta get the Ms , put 'em in the will

If it's on my mind I can't hold it in, tell you how I feel

I remember writing 100 hooks just trying to get a deal

Searching for the validation it's a drug something like a pill

Now I'm pushing all my chips in the middle feeling like Frito Lay

I done been overwhelmed for a while because it's all on me

Got me thinking about the times that I should've took the risk

Got me feeling like an introvert I ain't never in the mix

Just a reminder that every shot that I don't take is a miss

Just a reminder can't receive what's for me with a closed fist

I got a lot on my mind

I put it all in these rhymes

Ain't tryna run outa time yea yea

I been focused on the good nigga Don't call me w no sad stuff

Court side on the wood Might shoot a 3 I can't pass it up

She could split my pole but I won't ever give her no bad luck

We done made another baby cuz I like her face down with her ass up

Yea

What's on my mind Just run this cash up

Yea

Collect that bread just like a pastor

Yea

That happiness is all I'm after

Yea

End of the day nothing else matters

Yea