I Don't Lyrics

I don't have a gun

I don't sell bricks

So how the hell a nigga

Gonna make it in this bitch

I said I don't have a gun

I don't sell bricks

So how the hell a nigga

Gonna make it in this bitch

I don't sip lean and I don't do coke

My momma be trippin if she catch me smoke

And it sucks cause I can't flex like them white folks

Last time I had money five seconds I was broke

Do got grills but they don't fit

Three tattoos no jailhouse shit

Crib look like a closet

And the last time I fucked it was costly

So I masturbate right before we meet up

Only got hot air comin out of my heater

Bunch of new comic books what I re-up

On my breaks when I get my feet up

I don't have a squad or a gang

Don't cruise the streets tryna bang

Don't have hoes tryna hang

I wear a belt cause my pants sag

Damn my clothes be old

Don't have oz I sold

Damn my house is cold

Cause the heat in this bitch broke

To blow one G need to save for ages

I flex like I'm not on minimum wages

Went broke when I went to Las Vegas

Mini bar prices so outrageous

Didn't save none for the strippers

Couldn't even tip the locals for pictures

Didn't go to restaurants, too expensive

Rappers nowadays too intensive

Don't got the balls to be pimpin

For real, bro, what your parents thinkin'

If I got robbed I ain't trippin'

Shit I be lookin' for cash with em' cause

I don't have a gun

I don't sell bricks

So how the hell a nigga

Gonna make it in this bitch

I said I don't have a gun

I don't sell bricks

So how the hell a nigga

Gonna make it in this bitch

I don't have money

But I do got a job

I don't have chrome rims

But I do got a car

I don't have a mansion

I don't have babes

I don't flex hell I barely shave

I don't got a rollie

I don't got a yacht

I don't pop mollies

Can't afford Ciroc

I don't got a side chick

No chains for my neck

My main goal in life is to pay off this debt

But I been fuckin' up rent

Get paid it's already spent

Don't keep up with the latest trends

Don't chill with any one of my friends

Cause if I go out they tryna spend

Tryna flex like they in a Benz

No time for ballin' ass friends

Shit subway leave my wallet with a dent

Pockets be filled with passion

Pop pussy with the money I pass em

I'm not rich and barely handsome

And I probably will never date a Kardashian

Don't pop tags for these chicks

Niggas only talk about these bricks

Can't afford any features

And I have no rappers on this remix cause

I don't have a gun

I don't sell bricks

So how the hell a nigga

Gonna make it in this bitch

I said I don't have a gun

I don't sell bricks

So how the hell a nigga

Gonna make it in this bitch

I don't have a gun

I don't sell bricks

So how the hell a nigga

Gonna make it in this bitch

I said I don't have a gun

I don't sell bricks

So how the hell a nigga

Gonna make it in this bitch