Not Me
Yeah, Ayy, word
No this is not... this is not me
What? Said this is not me
Ayo snap, snap out of it bro
Okay, listen
I am that nigga now
A lot of y'all rappers don't do it for me
Only a couple spitters in my area
I can really say is fucking wit me
Y'all got some plays but lackin creativity
Same radio songs and yeah that shit is killing me
Y'all step in the booth
Get high and say anything
Ooo let's turn up to this song
It sounds just like everything
I'm out here spittin the realest
I swear man y'all just don't feel it
I'm lame cuz I'm different
Or is cause y'all are too stupid to listen man
Tryna relate to these kids in the middle man
I'm saying these lines y'all don't catch it
I'm tight like compressions
Let's turn up to beats and the lyrics forget it
I'm tryna display a positive message
How can I get your attention?
Ayy, I got lean in my cup, yea
I got green in my blunt, yea ayy
And I'm bout to light it up
Wait hand me my glock
No this is not, no this is not me
I spit the realest shit
Yeah I'm the truth
I'm steady killing shit
When I'm up in the booth
I'm on that different shit
How about you?
But y'all don't realize this
That's cool
Y'all bout to bring out
The best off me
Ain't no contesting me
Just pray for catching me, yes
Cut off niggas like vasectomys
Rap is my speciality
Beat em respectively, check
The way that my tongue roll got dumb flow
Spit rounds like a gun show I get that thats my dough
On target wit blind folds dont' miss wit my eyes closed
I dish it like Rondo I kick it tae kwon do
WAAA!!
My flow is something you could never touch
Bars beyond what you could ever clutch
Break down lines now the track need a crutch
Can't buss me like nuts, must trust
Y'all cannot match my abilities fuck being lit
I know my shit is legit
Lowkey you blow like how you do your bread on some nics
I'm wise with my pennies and chief you not it
I'm smarter than all of you niggas
A lot of y'all dumb as a post
Bitch I'm the goat
Last name is Ali I sting and float
Every step that I take is a foot on they throat
Y'all not on my level you know I been better whatever the weather
I sever anybody head just like cheddar
I'm hotter than a sweater I get krunk and pull the lever
No matter what the endeavor Imma lose never
I'm ahead of anybody who be thinking they be fuckin wit me
I swear, this shit is really nothin to me
Yo, I heard that you be gripping on the steel
How bout you grip on some skills?
You are not ill
I spit that shit that you need
But I don't ever get mentioned
I'm tryna display a positive message
How can I get your attention?
Imma try this one more time. How bout this?
Ayy, I got lean in my cup
This what y'all like hearing right?
Yea, I got green in my blunt, yea ayy
And I'm bout to light it up
Wait hand me my glock
No this is not, no this is not me
I spit the realest shit
Yeah I'm the truth
I'm steady killing shit
When I'm up in the booth
I'm on that different shit
How about you?
But y'all don't realize this
That's cool
I'm lowkey ahead in this race I'm awake
Y'all asleep at the wheel and can't see that I'm great
All of niggas is copy and paste
Not in your element. Why you so fake?
Y'all do not make songs expressing yourself
Y'all make songs expressing somebody else
Y'all do not make songs expressing yourself
Y'all make songs expressing somebody else
This what y'all be sounding like
Ayy, I got lean in my cup
I got green in my blunt, yea ayy
And I'm bout to light it up, wait
No this is not, no this is not me
No this is not... this is not me
What? Said this is not me
Ayo snap, snap out of it bro
Okay, listen
I am that nigga now
A lot of y'all rappers don't do it for me
Only a couple spitters in my area
I can really say is fucking wit me
Y'all got some plays but lackin creativity
Same radio songs and yeah that shit is killing me
Y'all step in the booth
Get high and say anything
Ooo let's turn up to this song
It sounds just like everything
I'm out here spittin the realest
I swear man y'all just don't feel it
I'm lame cuz I'm different
Or is cause y'all are too stupid to listen man
Tryna relate to these kids in the middle man
I'm saying these lines y'all don't catch it
I'm tight like compressions
Let's turn up to beats and the lyrics forget it
I'm tryna display a positive message
How can I get your attention?
Ayy, I got lean in my cup, yea
I got green in my blunt, yea ayy
And I'm bout to light it up
Wait hand me my glock
No this is not, no this is not me
I spit the realest shit
Yeah I'm the truth
I'm steady killing shit
When I'm up in the booth
I'm on that different shit
How about you?
But y'all don't realize this
That's cool
Y'all bout to bring out
The best off me
Ain't no contesting me
Just pray for catching me, yes
Cut off niggas like vasectomys
Rap is my speciality
Beat em respectively, check
The way that my tongue roll got dumb flow
Spit rounds like a gun show I get that thats my dough
On target wit blind folds dont' miss wit my eyes closed
I dish it like Rondo I kick it tae kwon do
WAAA!!
My flow is something you could never touch
Bars beyond what you could ever clutch
Break down lines now the track need a crutch
Can't buss me like nuts, must trust
Y'all cannot match my abilities fuck being lit
I know my shit is legit
Lowkey you blow like how you do your bread on some nics
I'm wise with my pennies and chief you not it
I'm smarter than all of you niggas
A lot of y'all dumb as a post
Bitch I'm the goat
Last name is Ali I sting and float
Every step that I take is a foot on they throat
Y'all not on my level you know I been better whatever the weather
I sever anybody head just like cheddar
I'm hotter than a sweater I get krunk and pull the lever
No matter what the endeavor Imma lose never
I'm ahead of anybody who be thinking they be fuckin wit me
I swear, this shit is really nothin to me
Yo, I heard that you be gripping on the steel
How bout you grip on some skills?
You are not ill
I spit that shit that you need
But I don't ever get mentioned
I'm tryna display a positive message
How can I get your attention?
Imma try this one more time. How bout this?
Ayy, I got lean in my cup
This what y'all like hearing right?
Yea, I got green in my blunt, yea ayy
And I'm bout to light it up
Wait hand me my glock
No this is not, no this is not me
I spit the realest shit
Yeah I'm the truth
I'm steady killing shit
When I'm up in the booth
I'm on that different shit
How about you?
But y'all don't realize this
That's cool
I'm lowkey ahead in this race I'm awake
Y'all asleep at the wheel and can't see that I'm great
All of niggas is copy and paste
Not in your element. Why you so fake?
Y'all do not make songs expressing yourself
Y'all make songs expressing somebody else
Y'all do not make songs expressing yourself
Y'all make songs expressing somebody else
This what y'all be sounding like
Ayy, I got lean in my cup
I got green in my blunt, yea ayy
And I'm bout to light it up, wait
No this is not, no this is not me
Credits
Writer(s): Jameel Ali
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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