You Ain't Got Me

Ain't flippin the beats all the same
I just be killin the game
You keep change
I make a dollar like whipin my ass
I get paid for this shit- And this stain
Is for the world, yeah, it gifted me music
But I just feel cursed if I don't even use it
Meaning it's needed, I'm picking and choosin
This instead of boozin
Rippin this music like dahli
Speaking like ghandi
A balance of Buddhist and Godly
Freakin on who dis- just do this- like Nike
Oh and kelani
Damn girl, I need some Dasani
Picture me dawning- At morning
There's fog and it's pouring
I'm caught in this morgue and
I'm forced to cut bodies
That means I'm killin these rappers like "oh my lord, we in the devils lobby"
Mental's hot like saki
Lyrical Sespool- soggy
Detrimental to Instrumentals with this incredible flow to level god seats
See me rocking and rolling
Ain't stopping I'm Going
Now get ready
I'm charging and blowing up
Used to be fucked up
But now I got this game takin my upper cut
More than once
Call me a slut
Cause it's never enough

Y'all really think you got me
Y'all really think you got me
Y'all really think you got me
Y'all really think you caught me
Slippin
Banana, I'm walkin and trippin
Santa, I'm droppin off gifts and
Bandana
Mixin up wicked flavor
Got them sippin
Y'all really think you got me
Y'all really think you got me
You ain't got me til you got me
You ain't got me til you got me
You'll have to beat me like Rocky
Cause I'm in hiphop and I'm shopping
Eating up rappers who not me
All of their records are flopping



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary James Cantillon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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