This isn't
Nah, this isn't
I'm saying this isn't
I'm telling you this isn't
Love it or hate it but believe me that probably this ain't shit
Doing the same shit
But this ain't it

I can see these rappers hop but where(rare) is the hip
No, I ain't gonna brag about shit
Coz I haven't made it
Doing things different maybe I ain't tryna fit
If I see a bag no I ain't gonna flip
No Benji's
No Gandhi's
I ain't no addict
No mumble and shit
Ain't materialistic
Hardcover lyricist
Keeping it real, no mumble and shit
New to this game yet my flow is all drip
Livin' mediocre still dreaming bout whip
Got no acres, no mall not even a crib
Ain't got no hoe, all on my dick
Ain't got no side chick, who all over thick
Ain't gonna flex, no gold on my teeth
My hands are all tied, no ice on my wrist
This isn't
Nah, this isn't
I'm saying this isn't
I'm telling you this isn't
Love it or hate it but believe me that probably this ain't shit
Doing the same shit
But this ain't it

I can see these rappers high but I am at my all time low
Ever since I was a kid they told me go chase the dough
I've been breaking bread but now I'm hungry for more
Like it's breaking bad and I'm always cooking some dope
I don't do no powder
Ain't pouring codeine
Only smoke pot, I don't sip on no lean
I see these rappers turning into fiends
Amount of money they spend is obscene
Doing drugs, getting faded in between
Cease to remember bout their own sins
Touch on these topics and Imma just swing
Sea full of regrets & Imma go swim
No, I ain't saying anything, everybody got their thing
Some rappers make millions while other rappers make sense


This isn't
Nah, this isn't
I'm saying this isn't
I'm telling you this isn't
Love it or hate it but believe me that probably this ain't shit
Doing the same shit
But this ain't it

I can see the crowd move with generic beats Trap drums, sex sells and some dumb lyrics
It's crazy how some of you might call this heat
Wondering, if you could live like them
While their record's on repeat
You ain't clueless, you know better, you know what it's gonna be
They be making mills from the streams while you're hustling in the streets
I'm so done
I cannot
With all the bullshit they've got
Whether they like it or not
Open my notes and then I jot
I could say that I've been preachin' a lot
Telling my story, eyeing the spot
Man, it's authentic
Man, this is art
Pouring my soul, pouring my heart
Shit, I've been savouring the craft
Grinding my way to the top
Givin' everything I got