Lyrics
[Chorus]
Aint tryna be a gangsta, aint tryna be a thug//
Aint tryna be hard, aint tryna be tuff//
Aint tryna go plat, im not a big emcee//
Who the fuck you think im tryna be, Just being me//
Yall getting riled-up, cuz you see this child-up//
Cuz I compiled-up an album-up, judging me like a trial-up//
Ref’s needa send me to the line cuz that’s fouled-up//
At the point where they throwing licks to my face like a childs-pup//
And I aint even tryna be sumptin-im-not//
Just bumpin-da-block, wit bangers like pumpin-da-glock//
And what the hell you care…if im stuntin-or-not//
I suck right, wasting my time…so why you jumpin-on-jocks//
I’ll add a lump-and-a-knot, after I pump-ya-shot//
See its summin-I-dropped, its automatically summin-to-flop//
Aint heard it, but its wack cuz my name stuck-on-da-top//
I could have Nas’s lyrics, you’ll still say im suckin-a lot//
What the fuck you want from me? Before you bump-on-me//
You dummy, I make it a rap just like mummies//
So my shit aint fit-for-you? It don’t hit-for-you?//
Fuck you, who the hell said I do this shit-for-you, nigga//
[Chorus]
Aint tryna be a gangsta, aint tryna be a thug//
Aint tryna be hard, aint tryna be tuff//
Aint tryna go plat, im not a big emcee//
Who the fuck you think im tryna be, Just being me//
Your you…so why the fuck cant I-be-me//
Lettin my C-D grow Debris, cuz my names on da marquee//
Buncha-haters, most likely cuz punch-is-greater//
But now im turning the tables like a buncha-traitors//
Im still-able to move on, cuz you spill-fable//
Wit an ill-label, cuz our tools flip beef like grill-tables//
Follow-ya-bet, and you will get swallowed-by-debt//
Cuz you all bound to fall like da domino-affect//
Cant stand-noise from me, can-boys when they ban-noise//
And leave them haters more lost then peter pans-boys//
I don’t expect-you-to-lie, but I expect-you-to-try//
Cuz once ya hear one track, I’ll get respect-from-ya-eyes//
Keep rejectin-these-guys, think we projectin-wit-lies//
But only time im being hard, is when im erect-in-the-thighs//
So quit objecting-to-guys, that’s expecting-to-rise//
Cuz its only a rap thing when Dead Broke threatening-lives//
[Chorus]
Aint tryna be a gangsta, aint tryna be a thug//
Aint tryna be hard, aint tryna be tuff//
Aint tryna go plat, im not a big emcee//
Who the fuck you think im tryna be, Just being me//
Just being me, nobody else, im-no-imposter//
Cuz I been robbin-hoods even before Kevin Costner//
Ima monster, cuz yall made me snap like a lobster//
Cuz your too busy thinkin im frontin to be a mobsta//
Summin in my breasts-be-pumpin, my stress-be-jumpin//
Cuz yall stay bustin my chops, like some chiefs-or-summin//
Automatically a thug, cuz the way I dress-or-summin//
Before judging, you should “checkmates” like chess-or-summin//
Fade-ya-tho, Im not tryna be greater-yo//
If I was, like Gooding Jr. I’d be the star of Radio//
But that’s not-my-goal, do this to unlock-my-soul//
Stop-my-roll, and your head’ll fly back like ya hearing rock-n-roll//
Respect-it, cuz my joints is expected, whether or not you objected//
And you don’t want it, cuz your beef is anorexic//
So ya say your slight-iller, mic-killa, and write-illa//
But you cant stop my magic nigga, what I look like Mike-Miller?//
Aint tryna be a gangsta, aint tryna be a thug//
Aint tryna be hard, aint tryna be tuff//
Aint tryna go plat, im not a big emcee//
Who the fuck you think im tryna be, Just being me//
