$ain't..
Music..
N***a..


[Intro]

I know these whack n***as
Ain't really rap spittas
Don't hang with real hittas
I flex a bit bigger
This game is over saturated you ain't Bryson Tiller
You ain't J Cole
You ain't shit n***a

[Verse]

Excuse the fuck out of me, I'm just mad I had to step out my way to ruin a n***a
Taking the time out my busiest day getting right back to work just to do it em
I took a break from recording the tape but the studio called and they said it's important
Rapper named June think he hot
So we bum rush a n***a without a warrant
Fucking with me im the top tier
Driving the game on the one gear
I'm pulling the car over just to stomp a n***a and we leaving you right there
I see your ending it's quite near
I start summoning your worst fears
Rapping about a dream that you was worried about
Well, n***a im your nightmare
I don't think i made shit clear
You not made for the game son
I even gave your shit a listen
You made me mad off the first song
Why the fuck you always off beat ?
Don't you produce your own tracks?
Why you wanna talk about how they ain't wanted you
When you begged to have em back?
N***a im not Villain
Cyn or Dee
Never was 88 from the get
This is $ain't Music by my damn self and thats as scary as it gets
I'm a motherfucking threat
Only entity that you won't forget
Only hook that ima give you ... is a right hook to the chin
(Bitch)
N***a these punchlines are unavoidable
Fuck a warning shot im not warning you
This is all beef and its all bars and i want smoke, what you gonna do ?
You ain't talented for a comeback
Or even skilled enough for the one track
So just pack the mic and shut the studio down
Cause you dont even want that
N***a I put germs all in your bitch
Whoever the fuck you got working for you
N***a i'll put your hoe on my payroll and then we start laughing at your shit
N***a no mask in this bitch
All names in it
I ain't scared of anyone offended
I'm the only n***a with the flow from my city that really reinvent it
I can go loco
For a boat load
On a moat surrounding my casa
This a tricky game when it comes to fame
Cause I'm sure you wanna rap faster
N***a we not the same
The DNA has changed and I descened from a fucking beast
N***a pick your own lane
In a black range and then drive it off the street
Call your mama
Cause I'm burning you with fire
This is shit I gotta live with
Like forever in designer
Body after body
I'm just feeding my desire
Who gon say $ain't Music lying ?
I just spit my shit and sit and lounge in peace and quiet

(sing)
I'm that n***a
I don't know what you be on
I don't sing like that but I can do it better though

Back to the bars and all of your faults
Looking for why, and it's all of your fault
Nobody told you to rap anyway if you wasn't equipped with the weapons to spar
Ouu I think I'm done but, I'm going off
Running the game never falling off
Bash you with bottles it's mazel tov
Then I light the shit like a molotov
Only fuck up when it's off the top
And the bitch you tryna fuck gave me top
When you hear the track don't act like you ain't heard of
$ain't version of the perfect murder
[Outro]

Dont tag me
Dont mention me
Block me
I dont need untalented energy around me n***a