I Ain’t No
[Verse 1]
I ain't no thug, I don't bust slugs
I ain't claiming it's your slut I just fucked
I grew up looking at lady bugs, not making drugs
Fuck a nickname, I nick names of a daily shmuck
Chuck can't been seen in a fight, I don't exist like a veiny cuck
I ain't no loser faking luck and taking hugs
Approaching me is like chatting shit to me knowing your aim is stuck
But when I'm chill I'm just home alone busting a crazy nut
I ain't no woke bro
I ain't claiming to be putting you pussy's in no chokehold
I should leave but I can't bounce because I'm not no pogo
Yo ho, go stream "The Barry Show" I believe in yolo so go loco
I wannabe one of the "you-know-what's?", but this GOAT's low though
I'm mint like Polo G, go in your house when you're home alone
Oh no, burnt some toast, get rid of the black like I'm the po-po
Although that was joke, don't forget that the po-po is still a joke, ho
If I ever cash big cheques you know I go boast mode
My spirit went to Norwich and died
My bars are mustard, yours are orange and lime
See? I keep the game safe like the navy, without me It would be done, dead
I'm the sort to think of all the dumbass' I've left unread
And think about all the green I've blew
I ain't no rapper to be like "you, see what happens when you see my crew"
My bars a lot like what the sea line do
My bars are sealed in a vault, covered in salt with line always changing
Always address me with the capitol C like China, Beijing
I end the 5th month on a high note, you get lost in these bars, that's why I'm amazing
I always kick it, even in a snippet
There's levels to this shit, bitch
I'm a devil in this shit, bitch
But not a rebel in this shit, bitch
Anywayz, I ain't the type of rapper to get of topic
Well, maybe I am
I ain't the type of rapper to get on the beat and stop it
[Break]
Well, maybe I am
[Verse 2]
I ain't the type to do this or that
I ain't the type to come with forced raps
I am the type to smack a wigga 'cause you think you're black
I am the type to smack a killer if you're whack
I ain't the type to kneel down and kiss your crack
This is my recovery like I'm Mr. Math-
Ers, I place these words, these verbs in each verse
So nicely it's like invented these words
If you're on a song with me you'll be worse
I'm a sleeper with the reaper in a clean hearse
All because me heard cleanliness is next to godli-
Ness, you want a whack rapper, that's not me
I put you in a hot seat if I think you're cocky
Oh you think that's me, fuck off, that's not me
Wanna get to the top but hey, you know what they say? The road is rocky