I’m Not You

No, no, no i told you, I lived this shit
I ain't up here just rappin' and tappin'
Spittin' and skittin' and shit
Nah, uh uh, not me
I'm not you, I'm not you, rapper i'm not you
Pusha

I keep that Ziploc bustin' at the stitches
Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious
To break the fiends fixes
One give you the sniffles
The other leave you with the itches
Transport airport with the Vaseline
So I can fulfill my dreams
Of pastures that's green
More cash then ya seen
With an Aston that's green
Me driving up fast with the lean
Zonin' family
Keep youngins in them rented Camrys
Door panels full of shit and
I ain't full of shit
Reckless-ass, God forbid they don't crash
From the panel to the dash
It's four pounds of slab
Nah, bitch, we don't believe in air bags
Cars turn tricks like them
Ringling Brothers skit's
Whether bitch hop out, or the Glock pop out
Ya know what I'm about
Blow clear ya sinus 'til the snot drop out

Whoever said birds fly south for
The winter's a damn lie
Got 'em right here, and if I don't like you
The grams hide take it or leave it, soon
As a fiend taste it, they need it
Make 'em smoke it right in front of
You to make you believe it
Probably think I won't murder you
The way I smile
But I'ma take a lot of shots AI style
And Jada, the name is filthy, but so what?
The motherfuckin' game is filthy
You know what?
My mom and my pops really did a good job
But it was the Montega and
The 'caine that built me
So I could never hate on another brother
God is great, the devil is a motherfucker
When you broke but they think you got money
Crackers start showin' you love
Your own people act funny
I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate
Waves, cornrows or dreads, I will eliminate

I'm far from a noodle nigga
I stab up block reps
And turn quiet streets into hot sets
Nigga, that's funny, you say you a killer
How?
What is it, the return of the killer clowns?
Akhi, you put no fear in my heart
I make ya people say, "Wow
That didn't look like my man"
They flipped him upside down
The coroner did what he can
He got hit with ten rounds at
Point blank and point blank
Coldchain left that nigga stankin'
Nigga have static, to his face
I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it
I had my eyes on his mink and I
Didn't give 'em a chance to blink
When I jogged up on 'em, pressed
The 40 up on him, shocked 'em
Made his head stand on end and like a baby
I rocked 'em your coffin's your cradle
You can't bite the hand that made you
That's the beginning of the end
And you a thug that pretends
Call Coldchain "Super Nigga, "
I got X-Ray vision, i see through men
And squeeze triggers with bullets
That go through men

Fuck with SP, that's ya date with death
Got bullets that'll break ya chest
No sleep like I hate to rest
I'm in the hood like it's my fate to rep
I hold it down any place I step
And I love getting slept on
'Cause I'm rawer than dope
Fresh out of Africa that
Never been stepped on
Dawg, I'ma clap at you the
Minute that you rep wrong
Holiday, the Ghost the main reason
Why your set gone why I love riffing 'em
Poor? You wouldn't understand
'Cause my God is different than yours
If the world spin in a circle
I want to learn to move backwards
Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you
What you keep the toaster for?
Creeping through the hood and
Shit ain't really good
But I'm deeper than the ocean floor
Higher than a plane and meaner than a bull
I want ya insides out
So I mean it when I pull

Rappers is talking to me as if (Come on)
We in the same boat I tell them quick, "No
I move coke" (Uh, uh)
And you and I don't share no common bond
So forgive me if I don't
Receive you with open arms (No)
It shames me to no end
To feed poison to those who could
Very well be my kin (Uh, huh)
But where there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs, at the same time
Cry yes, it pains me to see them need this
All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the streets
I seen 'em pay for they fix
When they kids couldn't eat (So sorry)
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know that I ain't shit
(I ain't shit) my heart bleed
But that's aside from the fact
I live for my kids and theirs
And them youngins after that

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