Ain't Settling For Less

I ain't settling for less

Writ this from my heart, said it with my chest

They don't understand, a man ain't ever really stressed

My shit straight up out the tumble dryer, never really pressed

When they debating who's the best up in the ends

Chip told me not to let up off their neck

That **** dissed me, but I didn't really notice any threat

Man of the moment, shit was over in a sec

Yeah

I call that shit disposable music

'You don't understand the type of shit I go through' music

All the bangers that I made, but didn't show you the music

I'm just happy that you know me for music

Yeah

I'm nothing special but over the grime, I'm nice

**** know what my rhyming's like

I couldn't get a job if I tried, I tried

But my records got a whole lot of crimes inside

And that ain't nothing cool for man to brag about

In my 30s, going block and still banging out

Having passa over pavement, man are hanging out

In some prison issue tracksuit that's a hand-me-down

Huh

I wanna grip on this iron and burst it

Hawkeye, with the eye closed and line it up perfect

I'm like Thor with the hammer, I ain't righteous or worth it

Doctor Strange, how I'm tryna break the cycle of curses

I ain't no metaphor rapper that's saying clever shit

I'm a man on the edge, just tryna get a grip

You're either or against me, pussy, take your pick

But if you're over there with them, you better get a stick

Tryna blow off of disrespect

Hoping that shit connects

Call you pussy to your face, I don't troll on the internet

Sneak dissing man on Spaces and hoping I didn't check

But the word got back, now you know that that ****'s X

I don't love this ting enough to act weird for it

I did that already, I spent years in this

You man are new and cool, look at you

But if you never had no manager

Would it be you that's pushing through?

I question that

Could you lose your buzz, go to prison and then get it back?

Could you pick it up from the second that shit settles down?

I bet you pop some bottles, get a rental when they let you out

I hope that helps with coping with everyone that let you down

'Cah the game's funny

Killers hang around with dickheads 'cah they make money

A real **** ain't a snitch, but that's the same brudda

How they bag you, and you buss it in the same summer?

That's funny

If that was me, they would've hit me with some crazy numbers

'Cause I was in the frontline, like I was Crazy Cousinz

Yeah, yeah

Yo

I got a lifestyle typically that's far from rap

I'm on the 406, listening to Marvin Sapp

My girl's on my phone saying we should take a trip

But while there's money to be made, babe, I can't relax

See, I'm a man of my house

And a man of my word

Whether bridges, weed, or sage

I've been getting shit burned

I'm holding grudges like they're secrets

I even got pins and needles, the way I keep it

'Cause moving funny ain't so funny, the way I peep it

Yeah

A **** saying that he made me is too jarring

'Cause if I bite the hand that feeds me, I'm self harming

I know my worth, you can't lowball, I'll beg pardon

In fact, whatever the number g, I'm a big bargain

Yeah

I'm running works, whether weekday or weekend

I learn the most when I'm thrown in at the-

Yeah

Running works, whether weekday or weekend

I never pree man, nor do I pretend

And, shit, the only thing I'm scared of is weak men

I said the only thing I'm scared of is weak-

I'm hitting goal after goal like my name was Pelé

And yet, I'm still taking pills

For some next man's headaches (I think)

I think, loyal to a fault is what they call it

But if you're really my killy, then shit I'm all in

My number's not a number just anyone can be calling

Yeah

I paid my dues while them other man are past due

I'm tryna be like you, you know these rappers and their half-truths

I think that when I'm with my killy G, I can't lose

My right hand can never trust my left and-