Ain't 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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