I Ain't Shit
I know, I know
What the fuck do I know?
I'm just a loudmouth, white boy that grew up 'round South Chicago
My life's been perfect, right?
I don't deserve it, right?
Keep throwin' dirt, like words they write are going to hurt me, right
I ain't shit
I ain't shit
Yeah, I know, I heard you the first time, you bitch
You said I'm the shit
Yeah, I'm the shit
I know, but tell the haters
Thanks for the reminder, bitch
I know, I know
Playin' hide and seek with the internet
Where the fuck do I go?
For months at a time
Hit 'em with a couple rhymes
Let 'em know they can't fuck with my flow
I know, I know
Lot of people talk tough
But, won't say shit to my face
But you see the way I grew up
I ain't built like kids these days
I know, I know If I hit you, you gon' fuckin' sue
I know, I know 'cause you's a bitch, that's what you do
I know, I know that face you wear ain't real, that mask ain't you
I know, I know some folks in J's that stomp you black and blue
I know, I know
You know everything about me, 'cause you heard one song
Even though you missed half the fuckin' words
And, the other half, heard completely wrong
I know, I know
Even though, I take the time to put the lyrics in the description
Mothafuckers won't read it
But, will still proceed to misinterpret it, and find a reason to diss, huh?
And, I know, I know
You're tired of hearin', "I know"
But you can all get fucked, 'til you sing a high note
Speakin' of a high note
Got a song droppin' this summer, with a future that'll blow your fuckin' mind, oh
And I know, I know
When I get in my zone
No rapper compares, not even my clone
Not even your favorite rapper, usin' my flow
On a demo tape, from when that one dropped in nine four
Whoa
I know, I know
What the fuck do I know?
I'm just a loudmouth, white boy that grew up 'round South Chicago
My life's been perfect, right?
I don't deserve it, right?
Keep throwin' dirt, like words they write are gonna to hurt me, right
I ain't shit
I ain't shit
Yeah, I know, I heard you the first time, you bitch
You said I'm the shit
Yeah, I'm the shit
I know, but tell the haters
Thanks for the reminder, bitch
What the fuck do I know?
I'm just a loudmouth, white boy that grew up 'round South Chicago
My life's been perfect, right?
I don't deserve it, right?
Keep throwin' dirt, like words they write are going to hurt me, right
I ain't shit
I ain't shit
Yeah, I know, I heard you the first time, you bitch
You said I'm the shit
Yeah, I'm the shit
I know, but tell the haters
Thanks for the reminder, bitch
I know, I know
Playin' hide and seek with the internet
Where the fuck do I go?
For months at a time
Hit 'em with a couple rhymes
Let 'em know they can't fuck with my flow
I know, I know
Lot of people talk tough
But, won't say shit to my face
But you see the way I grew up
I ain't built like kids these days
I know, I know If I hit you, you gon' fuckin' sue
I know, I know 'cause you's a bitch, that's what you do
I know, I know that face you wear ain't real, that mask ain't you
I know, I know some folks in J's that stomp you black and blue
I know, I know
You know everything about me, 'cause you heard one song
Even though you missed half the fuckin' words
And, the other half, heard completely wrong
I know, I know
Even though, I take the time to put the lyrics in the description
Mothafuckers won't read it
But, will still proceed to misinterpret it, and find a reason to diss, huh?
And, I know, I know
You're tired of hearin', "I know"
But you can all get fucked, 'til you sing a high note
Speakin' of a high note
Got a song droppin' this summer, with a future that'll blow your fuckin' mind, oh
And I know, I know
When I get in my zone
No rapper compares, not even my clone
Not even your favorite rapper, usin' my flow
On a demo tape, from when that one dropped in nine four
Whoa
I know, I know
What the fuck do I know?
I'm just a loudmouth, white boy that grew up 'round South Chicago
My life's been perfect, right?
I don't deserve it, right?
Keep throwin' dirt, like words they write are gonna to hurt me, right
I ain't shit
I ain't shit
Yeah, I know, I heard you the first time, you bitch
You said I'm the shit
Yeah, I'm the shit
I know, but tell the haters
Thanks for the reminder, bitch
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Writer(s): Huy Tran, Charles Cossetti
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