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Hook
I ain’t that n*** , I’d just thought I let you know you know
When I’m rolling with a black 4 4, I ain’t that n***
I ain’t that n*** , I’d just thought I let you know
When I’m rolling with a black 4 4, I ain’t that n***
Verse I
Na, I ain’t a gangsta, but kick it with board members and governors that love Larry Hoover
n*** s that a do, back with more rifles, roll with disciple that have your mama screaming out hallelujah
And no I ain’t a vice lord, but I kick it with n*** s that bring that sh** to the left
CVL, love the PL, them thug folks that love lo, down with my peoples to the death
And na, I ain’t a black p stone, but when I was getting’ production from rhythm, we was chillin
Southside, swol brother with long ass braids, some real n*** s stacking millions to the ceiling
And no I ain’t a Sole, but got into it with Dollar and Rot Picnic for Jack Volvo
Knew all them n*** s when my rocks flowed slow
Before I was rolling black benzes on black mo mo’s
And I got plenty friends and relatives, that still be all up in the mix
I chill up in the streets, but f*** this rap sh** n*** , I got guns you ain’t gon’ do sh**
I ain’t gon’ be fronting and faking and acting petty all up in my music
Un huh, that’s 2 lame, when it’s on, it’s on
I pop a n*** , when you gone, you gone
U finna be wiped up off the earth like a memory (what’s dude name)
Verse II
Na I ain’t a killer, but I’ll stank a motherf*** er while I’m hooded if he pull it
Make a n*** bite the bullet, hit him with the chrome, cause I gotta show it’s on to the fullest
And na I ain’t Chief, but I’m a motherf*** in’ beast, when it comes to running in the streets
Ain’t been on it in a minute, cause a n*** getting money, when I do, it’s cause a n*** gotta eat
And na I ain’t solid, but I got the upmost respect for a n*** if he hollered
Or if he ride the under six, I know he’d be the sh** to the real G’s, I got to pay homage
And na I ain’t hard, but on God, I’ll push a n*** sh** back and leave him scared
Get the inf with the beamer, then go and steal a steamer, stank a n*** , then go and put the car in my garage
I spit crack, you gotta pardon my barage of lyrics I’m throwing, it’s causing a vasard
The thieves wanna be throwed, tryin’ to put on for the streets on beats, but got no heart up in the mob
Quit lyin’, you lil’ metaphorically speaking motherf*** ers, don’t want it with real n*** s that’s out here
Give a description of a hell of a gun, but you don’t really wanna feel it from real triggers that’s out here (cause it’s out here)
Hook (repeat1X)
Verse III
Na I ain’t a playa, but in my city, all of the b*** es homma me like I’m the mayor
Devastating rhyme sayer, but if u wanna make it bigger than words, I gotta sprayer
And no I ain’t a pimp, but peel a h*** for a fimp and a walk with a limp
While I be smoking on that hemp, and at the party, b*** es saying look at him, look at him
And na I ain’t no mark or no coward, come at me you gon’ get ya lil’ hear devoured
We don’t buckle easy to threats, we be coming after next for techs, sex, money and power
Been doing it big for so long, everybody around us talk sh**
Can’t do nothing but hate off the money that we make
If we don’t come up off of rapping, we coming up off bricks
You lil’ soft b***
Hook (repeat1X)
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