Aint One Of Us ft. Nolia Lyrics

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