Tweezy - He Ain't Me

Might spend a hundred on a Ap
Heard that nigga saying run it back
But he ain't me
Deep inside my heart where the pain be
And he cant say he really do be drilling man he ain't street
Keep my business on a low key
754 and 30 where my folks be
Face masks and we can't get into it
You don't know me
Flexing on them niggas get your shit took
Where your rollie
Put the niggas on a time out
When we see them blue lights
Play it cool till it die down
Heard that you be dissing on my name
Why you lying now
Oh they say I be doing that shit better
That why you mad now
Man we got this shit control
This shit be a game you know I play it like a console
I be really cutting through the green like a lawn mower
They keep at the top you know them Niggas never aim lower
And I only need to say once
Niggas on my dick , I think they do it like it's impulse
They won't get you late They catch you early like a school bus
And most of all these niggas hate my guts I make them go nuts
Drop Yo Lo
You know we coming
On our feet you know we stomping
Play it smart I ain't no dummy
I'm from the trench you know I'm muddy
And we trying to make them real figures
I don't know about you where I'm from
Man ain't real victors
When she really throw it back you know that she a real thriller
And just because you carry you a gun don't make you a real killer
Nigga
I'm just trying to tell you this shit really deep
Oh he copying my style but he ain't me
Oh u say you from the trenches where u be
Never do that shit in public we discreet
Yeah I'm trench baby
New AP buss down in
Hellcats we get crazy
Skrr Skrr we bend pass
We spin round then drop eighty
Give high price to five guys
Won't think twice they too crazy
Big time I'm big time
Man I keep around only niggas I call big slime
You can't be on my level for that
Shit you need a big climb
And you say you a boss man that's a big crime
Put faith in all my niggas we gon make it yeah in no time
Grab your blick oh you the man now
You said you a player how you hating on the game now
Catch him at the club we stare him down
Like what are you saying now
He fucking with my music at the spot
Oh you a fan now
Oh she fucking with them real niggas
That's gang
With them real niggas
That's gang
Yeah she messing with them real niggas
That's facts

Written by:
Gabriel Ohaekenyem

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