Released: November 3, 2016

Songwriter: NAV

Producer: NAV

[Verse 1]
They hatin' on me cause I did it on my own, yeah, I did it by myself
Got me stressin', I just put a half an Addy on my tongue and let it melt
Sometimes I can't handle all the pressure
Pop a couple bars, I wanna go to sleep forever
Pour me up a four in any place in any weather
My squad is full of rockstars and they roll with heavy metal
I just shed a tear, it hit the diamond on my bezel
The ones who share a blunt with me the fakest people ever
I'm just tryna make it and they wishin' I would settle
You get a little money, think you worshippin' the devil
I can take you to the water, you ain't drinkin'? I can't help you
Just cause I say I trust you, that don't mean I don't doubt you
You wanna change your life, you gotta change the people 'round you
I just fucked a bitch, she said "I'm so glad that I found you"

[Pre-Chorus]
I made her pop a pill, then I made her pop another one
Passed out on your bitch, and when I woke up, she had nothing on (She had nothing on)
I could drop ten hits and they gon' say they want another one
Shittin' on my name because, on me, they ain't got nothin' on

[Chorus]
They got nothing on me
They got nothing on, they got nothing on, they got nothing on me
They got nothing on, they got nothing on, they got nothing on me
They got nothing on, they got nothing on, they got nothing on me
They got nothing on, they got nothing on, they got nothing on me

[Verse 2]
They see the money comin' my way
Now these bitches all on my face
You got nothing on me, shouldn't have stunted on me
Now they wanna see me 'cause I'm gettin' paid
Always feel better when I'm in L.A
'Cause they wanna do me something where I stay
I gotta live forever 'cause I can't be replaced
My shoota 15, 16 on his waist
Say the wrong thing and I might get you blowed up
All these bitches wanna see a brown boy glow up
Remember me and Frost on the road eating cold cuts
Now when I'm feeling down, all I ever do is po' up
I was in the Honda bumpin' Kiss Land
Met Abel and he told me I'm a sick man
Imma spend like twenty on a wristband
If I see your girl, yeah, she might just go missing

[Pre-Chorus]
I made her pop a pill, then I made her pop another one
Passed out on your bitch, and when I woke up, she had nothing on (She had nothing on)
I could drop ten hits and they gon' say they want another one
Shittin' on my name because, on me, they ain't got nothin' on

[Chorus]
They got nothing on me
They got nothing on, they got nothing on, they got nothing on me
They got nothing on, they got nothing on, they got nothing on me
They got nothing on, they got nothing on, they got nothing on me
They got nothing on, they got nothing on, they got nothing on me

NAV

Navraj Singh Goraya (born November 3, 1989), popularly known as NAV, is an Indian-Canadian recording artist, record producer, and engineer from Rexdale, Ontario, Canada, a district of Toronto. His parents are both from the state of Punjab in India and are fluent in the Punjabi language; NAV himself is fluent in both English and Punjabi and practices the religion of Sikhism, the religion the majority of Punjabs practice.

Following in the footsteps of Canadian singer The Weeknd, the co-founder and leader of XO and a frequent collaborator of his, NAV has preferred to let his SoundCloud do the talking in the early stages of his career. Although going largely unnoticed at the time of its release, NAV’s first noteworthy production credit was in July 2015 when he helped co-produce Drake’s diss track towards Meek Mill, “Back to Back.”

After hearing a string of successful SoundCloud hits, including the self-produced “Myself,” in 2016, Amir “Cash” Esmailian,, the co-founder and manager of XO, reached out to NAV, giving him an opportunity to expand from the revolutionary music platform. NAV has grabbed numerous features since linking up with The Weeknd and the rest of XO, consisting of Belly, 88GLAM, and Black Atlass. His first and arguably most recognizable feature (which he also solely produced) is Travis Scott’s September 2016 song, “beibs in the trap,” from Travis' sophomore studio album, Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight.