Ain’t Me lyrics

[Intro]
Sledgren
Yeah, hah, b*tch I'm Rob Vicious
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Uh, they can't stop me so n*gga they just hate me
And when I die I pray to God that Jesus take me
Real n*gga, you could never be the fake me
Broke n*gga you just hate me 'cause you ain't me
Picture perfect, pistol paint the perfect painting
She my favorite junky so I call her A-Team
Rock so fly, she hit it once and now she fainting
Let's get money, I ain't here for all this hating

[Verse 1]
I came up in this b*tch and I had motives
Serve every junky on this block, now I got boulders
Young and rich but I got demons on my shoulders
Block is hot, I swear to God my heart is colder
Who the f*ck these pus*y n*ggas? we don't know you
Ain't no choppers in this b*tch then let me show you
Baking soda with the coca, not no Cola
Got the smokers on the corner going loco
Ayy, b*tch I'm Rob Vicious
You ain't savage n*gga, heard you rob b*tches
I'ma f*ck this n*gga b*tch in five minutes
And if I'm rapping 'bout it, n*gga I did it