Aint Me Lyrics

Talkin bout some shit I don't know

Naw that ain't me

I stay talkin bout the shit I seen

On the daily

People tryna press me

On these streets like they angry

People online talkin like

They really hate me

But it can't break me

I'm a bad motherfucker

Always staying cool

You could never catch me flustered

I make a hard ass beat

You could call me DJ Mustard

Lames thinkin I'm a mark

Bums callin me a Custer

But I ain't no buster

I raised myself inside these streets

Parents so distant

They never seemed to notice me

With my criminal mind

Makin plans and touching teeth

Every day in my school

I was fighting the kids who bullied me

Teachers thought me danger

Always keepin a close eye

I had a gang of younger kids

Who were always by my side

They be following orders

If I told them catch an eye

They'd drag a kid into the bushes

And they'd beat him till he cried

That part of me has died

Or I tried to suppress it

Growin up with that thought

Process was getting hectic

Everyone was just a pawn

Every person just an object

Using people like some tools

I matured and had to stop it

Not mature enough

Cuz at 18 I touched the stuff

I've been hooked on for years

For my stress I like to puff

For my thoughts I love the tabs

And I be staying trippy

Ended up in rehab but

Didn't need no socks thats grippy

And I keep on chipping

My way into the rap game

People on the internet

Talkin shit about me they

Say they can do it better

But we know the truth they lame

I'm in it for the art

I'm not in it for the fame

But I wanna make a name

For myself and work with artists

I connect to

All your favorite artists garbage

In my opinion

Mainstream rap is just pop hits

If you like that shit

Don't be up in my comments

People in my comments

Be saying I ain't hard

I don't gotta prove shit

Just listen to my art

I'm the strongest person

In the game

Your boy has got heart

I've been through things

You can't imagine

Where should I start?

I've been hit by a car

Stabbed and threatened with knives

I always keep my cool

But I think bout takin lives

I've been robbed

And I've been beaten

And I've stolen back what's mine

Seattle streets gnarly

They stay twisting up your mind

If you come out here you'll find

A real disconnect

Between the streets and the burbs

And the prior's what I rep

I'm unaffiliated

Educated on the sets

Got friends around the map

Don't gotta watch where I step

Talkin bout some shit I don't know

Naw that ain't me

I stay talkin bout the shit I seen

On the daily

People tryna press me

On these streets like they angry

People online talkin like

They really hate me

But it can't break me

I'm a bad motherfucker

Always staying cool

You could never catch me flustered

I make a hard ass beat

You could call me DJ Mustard

Lames thinkin I'm a mark

Bums callin me a Custer