Ain't Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
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No, I ain't got animosity
You know the money
Ain't a loss for me
You ain't shit
Ain't the boss of me
Ain't in church
So you ain't crossing me
I ain't the one with the problem
You're the one hollering
I'm bullshit intolerant
What problem can I probably
Solve with this solvent
Ain't redacted no document
I archived our content
Every contract and comment
Won't delete a receipt
Your defeat will be prominent
You wanted lawyers involved?
Well, I'm already on it
In jail again, you're-in
So often
I call it incontinent
This deposition's a sonnet
A flask in my hand
Spitting this damn random anthem
Drinking and driving in tandem
I'm amassing a fandom
Driven like gas in the phantom
I need one more aspirin
Bars crammed on a napkin
Cars crash and
You eat while I'm
Trapped in a famine
Call me the fodder
But I ain't the cannon
I don't give a damn-when
I'm being off brand
And I don't understand
How I'm getting hotter
Surrounded by fans
Palming volumes of Valium
I'm drawing a crowd-in
Show at the Bellagio
I fall in a fountain
I'm down and they're counting
Their fists up and pounding
"Too slow" like adagio
Get with the drowning
No, I ain't got animosity
You know the money
Ain't a loss for me
You ain't shit
Ain't the boss of me
Ain't in church
So you ain't crossing me
I ain't the one being violent
But go on and try it
I ain't staying silent
Promised me Pitchfork
But I got a trident
You wanna burn me, but
I bring the hydrant
You've been the tyrant
You stay at the Hyatt
And I can't pay my-rent
Ask you for my split
And accuse me of entitlement
But I ain't the one with the loft
This is kick-off
Arm(Ed) to the teeth
Like you got a sick cough
I'm sharp as a tack, dawg
Like an attack dog
You better flea
Cuz I'm ticked off, so back off
I got receipts
Sheets on a back log
You ain't seeing through the trees
To me like a back log
When you speak it's just perjury
Cut deep like you're in surgery
The judge gives you the third degree
Burn you, it's a third degree
If bull was taught in school
Then you'd probably earn a P H D
That means 'piled high and deep'
Congrats cuz that's
Your third degree
I guess I'm learnin' a lesson
In how to spot a fraud
Who only talks out his rectum
I wreck you in court
And then nod like, you're welcome
Well I digress
I'm a hard pill to swallow
Even harder to digest
Put you behind a-bar
Like Pablo Esc'
You turn my stomach
Like IBS
I'm so truthful when I speak
It's like
I undress
Cuz I only talk shit
When I BS
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