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



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Booth, Cedric Jones, Judah Jatan Birchett
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