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letra de tried by millions (freestyle) - chop

[intro]
i ain’t a comedian n-gga, i don’t got no beef with n0body
i ain’t the son of a rapper, i ain’t the illuminati
i ain’t a lesbian, i don’t wear wigs or nothin’ like that

[verse 1]
i ain’t an autistic rapper, i ain’t no trapper
i ain’t no ken doll, i ain’t no actor
just a grimy -ss n-gga raised on ol’ dirty b-st-rd
that won’t sell his soul so the dough come faster
i ain’t no female, i ain’t been robbed
i’ve never been in prison, gettin’ f-cked in the yard
i’ve never been a druggie, never suffered withdrawal
and everything i wear probably come from the mall
see, i ain’t no fly dude, ain’t no tycoon
i ain’t in best buy, i ain’t on itunes
i don’t skateboard, and i don’t try to
i’m the sickest n-gga out, and i ain’t gon lie to ’em
i ain’t on the down-low, i only like women
and i f-ckin’ hate trannies, ain’t a sham, and ain’t religious
don’t know how to dance and all my lyrics written
i probably need a new job, it probably ain’t spittin’
i don’t gotta ad-lib, don’t got a hit
but i’ll never get punked on, i do got a d-ck
f-ck a basic lifestyle i choose not to get
and don’t ask me for nothin’, i don’t freestyle sh-t
don’t get robbed for my chain, and i don’t got a s-x tape
but i got some pictures of my d-ck to make your b-tch faint
i don’t wear skinnies and i do like biggie
i do like big l, i do like fifty
90’s born, mighty flowin’, n-gga with the nikes on
highly gone, waking up to party like a hyphy song
like to flaunt, n-ggas mics is blown tryna write napalm
we don’t like you, dawg, i been on more tracks than tiger balm
style fell off, now they hop on that next sh-t
i rather keep my belt on, i ain’t that desperate
i ain’t no blood, i ain’t got a message
i do it for the chicks, dawg, i ain’t that s-xist
not a freemason, i’m not famous
never f-cked kat stacks or played for the lakers
i ain’t the best, mayne, and i ain’t did it
i ain’t a p-rn star, ain’t get beat by trick trick
i ain’t big meech, i ain’t larry hoover
i ain’t kid cudi, and i don’t like rumors
i ain’t no crip, and i ain’t no dyk-
i won’t tell ya’ll to hide your kids or hide your wife
i never made a video of me in a shower
just a 90’s baby with a case of nostalgia
i ain’t tatted up, and i ain’t no coward
don’t make songs in minutes, it might take me an hour
i don’t spend close to ten stacks on marijuana
got my own good music and it ain’t common
i don’t drink syrup, i don’t got a grill
death i don’t fear though, if i stop taking pills
i ain’t a son of will, and i don’t throw bills
i ain’t been shot but at least a n-gga real

-gunshot-

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