NOT YA KIN Lyrics

This life ain't easy I admit

I told my mom I get her a crib I seen her struggle w the rent

That hurt me bad that had me sick

Them 9-5's ain't paying shit she said don't trap I take that risk

One day I'm tryn get rich off rap but till that day I gotta live

I gotta eat

You ever looked for food but wasn't shit inside that fridge

I seen some things inside that trench this shit get bad

I told da fam I get us rich

I know some niggas act like they gang and then they switch

I know some niggas said they a never say no names and then they snitch

I ain't see shit I plead the fifth

Seen these niggas move like they trans look like a man move like a bitch

Bro got that glock glued to his hip

U reach he turn you to a vic

Them niggas gon slide soon as you slip

They ain't gon ride they not ya kin

Mama said baby them niggas not ya friends but I'm just

Loyal to a fault my fault

Niggas know that Guap top dawg

Iont know her name I just told her eat da dick up til she got lockjaw

I'm just tryna get my rocks off

Brodie swing that iron top golf

Getchu knocked off

Niggas not real niggas knock offs

Niggas not thurl I am not yall

I don't need you round me no-oh-ohh

If it ain't bout money please just leave me lone

U wasn't there when I was down

When I'm up you cant come around

I ain't have no help I did this shit on my own

(I did this shit on my own)

(I did this all by myself I did this shit on my own)

(I did this shit I ain't have no help I did this shit on my own)

(I did this shit all by myself I did this shit on my-)

(I did this shit on my own)

Standup nigga I standout

I remember when da hoes was frontin on a nigga they know I'm da man now

Now I got them lil bitches fanned out

I ain't never lookin for no handout

U da type to hit da gram beggin for some cheese

I'm da type hit da block tell em I got grams out

How catchin plays but don't feed da fam I'm da type to always help my mans out

How she eat da dick up through da zipper damn I ain't even get to pull da pants down

IG (instagram) thugs talkin crazy till a nigga catch em lackin wit they heads down

RIP shirts candle lights damn

Niggas rappin bout it goin fed now

Niggas rappin bout it goin fed fuck it

Imma leader shit why would I follow you (why)

You a dickeat you pressed about shit that I'm whole time iont even acknowledge you

Chase a check shit you know thats what Guap gon do

Try cross me them niggas gon chop at you

Coulda been got you outta da way tried to give you da benefit when niggas doubted you

I'm just

Loyal to a fault my fault

Niggas know that Guap top dawg

Iont know her name I just told her eat da dick up til she got lockjaw

I'm just tryna get my rocks off

Brodie swing that iron top golf

Getchu knocked off

Niggas not real niggas knock offs

Niggas not thurl I am not yall

I don't need you round me naw

If it ain't bout money please just leave me lone

U wasn't there when I was down

When I'm up you cant come around

I ain't have no help I did this shit on my own