Not For Me (prod.kysixn)

(My pockets ripping at the seams, boy those ain't real Amiri jeans) They don't get it, but somehow it's my fault they don't understand I drag myself straight through the sand Trippin' Trippin' Trippin' Trippin' My daddy trippin' think the drugs are adding up, now I'm the man (Now I'm the man) (Man) (Man) (Man) (Man) (Man) (Man) (Man) Get around me, probably change your voice up Talking to a fan This shit was not part of the plan, you weren't there like Emily and Anna I drop a 10 like it's a band I'll do it again for the fam Trippin' Trippin' Trippin' Trippin' Whatchu sippin' Why's it green? Had no one for me knew the feins Had no one for me knew the plug Got you a strap now you's a thug Like oh my God Boy what the f*ck I remember you from GRC I'm probably who you wanna be I'm probably who she wanna see But that's for you, boy not for me Boy those ain't real Amiri jeans My wallet ripping at the seams I see my angles in my dreams I still can't get no fuckin' sleep Me and Draven fucked up Lewis St That boy ain't even turn 18 But he had loyalty so I make sure that boy could always eat Boy ain't no hoe in me Boy ain't no showing me Shit I done seen it all Ain't no "bro"ing me, shit you not close to me Boy would you risk it all? You wouldn't catch me doing that if I was you but I wasn't pissed at all Whole gang you hang 'round with full of weirdos, I should list them all (I should list them all) I ain't felt myself my bad I missed ya call You'd be like this too if you saw what I saw They don't get it, but somehow it's my fault they don't understand I drag myself straight through the sand Trippin' Trippin' Trippin' Trippin' My daddy trippin' think the drugs are adding up, now I'm the man (Now I'm the man) (Man) (Man) (Man) (Man) (Man) (Man)