Aint One of Us

My mama know I ain't no good Its just how a nigga came up straight out the hood My daddy gone I ain't have guidance I was easily corrupted Got two pair of shoes I'm bucking on school i'm failing up in every subject Give a fuck about a bitch say she love me Where your love was at when I was bummy And i'm straight in the trap from nine to five am Flipping the work straight out the hood Real rich I can go anywhere in my city And post up nigga i'm good But you don't even know what that's like You doing this shit for the hype I rather re-up, rent due need to speed up Keep bending that corner you got me P'd up First of the month and i'm catching the rush Post up like I'm catching the bus You ain't talking about money then shut the fuck up Keep talking about us One these niggas gone bite the dust Don't know these niggas they ain't one of us She smile in my face that bitch gone blush See me face to face these niggas gone hush And he say some wrong my nigga gone punish em I don't be trusting these niggas Can't name shit nigga done to me nigga Gave the names up? i'm done with these niggas Know he snitching and you run with the nigga Let them sleep I'm in the cut running up pillows Got a drive for cheese like i'm in the dealership We ain't playing no monkey in the middle Take em straight out the game Nigga lost the championship Cut everything off and i'm chasing the cheddar Bro dogging the car his foot on the pedal I took every lost and i got it together Now i'm feeling way better Elite in the game think I need me a metal Stab me in the back and everybody laugh Now I sit in the mirror and say i'm a shit on they ass You knew me back then i'm not the same person Turnt up on they ass that shit made me worsted Turn up on his ass put em on some merch Think I forgot you put me in a verse? I'm tryna put em in some dirt Shit personal get in the mix get murk Ain't talk to Rawleak in some years shit hurt My lil nigga got killed just tryna leave work Wish I can leave earth But my son and my daughter gone need me first Fuck studio time mane I need work I stay on the grind I stay on alert She stay on my mind but we ain't gone work When it come to a bitch gotta put me first Bout one of my kids get put in the hearse I heal up the pain with liquor and perks You can hear my pain each and every verse We ain't even finna do that Must think that i'm green, i'm blue jack And where the hell you at? I'm in the hood getting blues jack This ain't the last one this a new pack Every couple months get a new jack Thug in the street on the gram he a star how he do that? You just got off the porch Let me show you how to move that Pull-up on me no tints goddamn Where your tool at nigga? Don't know these niggas they ain't one of us