This Ain't It

This isn't Nah, this isn't I'm saying this isn't I'm telling you this isn't Love it or hate it but believe me that probably this ain't shit Doing the same shit But this ain't it I can see these rappers hop but where(rare) is the hip No I ain't gonna brag about shit Coz I haven't made it Doing things different maybe I ain't tryna fit If I see a bag no I ain't gonna flip No Benji's (no Benji's) No Gandhi's (no Gandhi's) I ain't no addict No mumble and shit Ain't materialistic Hardcover lyricist Keeping it real, no mumble and shit New to this game yet my flow is all drip Livin' mediocre still dreaming bout whip Got no acres, no mall not even a crib Ain't got no hoe, all on my dick Ain't got no side chick, who all over thick Ain't gonna flex, no gold on my teeth My hands are all tied, no ice on my wrist This isn't Nah, this isn't I'm saying this isn't I'm telling you this isn't Love it or hate it but believe me that probably this ain't shit Doing the same shit But this ain't it I can see these rappers high but I am at my all time low Ever since I was a kid they told me go chase the dough I've been breaking bread but now I'm hungry for more Like it's breaking bad and I'm always cooking some dope I don't do no powder Ain't pouring codeine Only smoke pot, I don't sip on no lean I see these rappers turning into fiends Amount of money they spend is obscene Doing drugs, getting faded inbetween Cease to remember bout their own sins Touch on these topics and Imma just swing Sea full of regrets & Imma go swim No, I ain't saying anything, everybody got their thing Some rappers make millions while other rappers make sense This isn't Nah, this isn't I'm saying this isn't I'm telling you this isn't Love it or hate it but believe me that probably this ain't shit Doing the same shit But this ain't it I can see the crowd move with generic beats Trap drums, sex sells and some dumb lyrics It's crazy how some of you might call this heat Wondering, if you could live like them While their record's on repeat You ain't clueless, you know better, you know what it's gonna be They be making millions from the streams while you're hustling in the streets I'm so done I cannot With all the bullshit they've got Whether they like it or not Open my notes then I jot I could say that I've been preachin' a lot Telling my story, eyeing the spot Man, it's authentic Man, this is art Pouring my soul, pouring my heart Shit, I've been savouring the craft Grinding my way to the top Givin' everything I got