Ain't True
Niggas they ain't gotta wear my shoes, No no
Knock some off, And I won't leave no clue
I walk around she love me, But I know that ain't true
Tried to move on, But let's be honest none of these bitches you
Some niggas mad and hate me, Just cuz they can't fuck with the crew
Just gotta whip into my name, But Ian say it was foreign
My family speak upon my name, Just for to feel they important
I got my glock upon my body, When I walk thru the storm
I always, Always been a loner, Ever since a lil boy
I punched in on the beat, And play with this shit, Like a lil toy
Just freestyle off the brain, The quicker minute, Made me see more
I'm still that nigga, Everything I touch, You know I gotta destroy
Rip aunt nae nae, Member she took us in, She had that envoy
I shoot my shot, But Ian make it, So I'm still trynna score
Losing my patience, So I gotta take a break from the board
If you supported from the jump, Then I could call you the core
A chopper, Pistol, On me dump, Thats why they call me lil four
Nigga I've been stepping for so long, I swear to god my feet soar
Me n sed was stealing out that walmart, Games we couldn't afford
This nigga stole off, On the cops, And then he hid in a bush
Already handcuff couldn't run, But 12 he still had to look
I remember vividly, My word play like I be reading books
Crossed up this beat without no handles, And I ain't make a hook
Knock some off, And I won't leave no clue
I walk around she love me, But I know that ain't true
Tried to move on, But let's be honest none of these bitches you
Some niggas mad and hate me, Just cuz they can't fuck with the crew
Just gotta whip into my name, But Ian say it was foreign
My family speak upon my name, Just for to feel they important
I got my glock upon my body, When I walk thru the storm
I always, Always been a loner, Ever since a lil boy
I punched in on the beat, And play with this shit, Like a lil toy
Just freestyle off the brain, The quicker minute, Made me see more
I'm still that nigga, Everything I touch, You know I gotta destroy
Rip aunt nae nae, Member she took us in, She had that envoy
I shoot my shot, But Ian make it, So I'm still trynna score
Losing my patience, So I gotta take a break from the board
If you supported from the jump, Then I could call you the core
A chopper, Pistol, On me dump, Thats why they call me lil four
Nigga I've been stepping for so long, I swear to god my feet soar
Me n sed was stealing out that walmart, Games we couldn't afford
This nigga stole off, On the cops, And then he hid in a bush
Already handcuff couldn't run, But 12 he still had to look
I remember vividly, My word play like I be reading books
Crossed up this beat without no handles, And I ain't make a hook
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Writer(s): Jaiheim Butler
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