Ain’t I lyrics

[Intro: Jae Millz, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Dedication 3, Young Money, n*gga (Barack O-Drama!)
Dedication 3, Young Money, n*gga (Gangsta Grillz, you bast*rds!)
Dedication 3, Young Money, n*gga
Jae Millz (Gangsta! AMG!)
Gangsta Grillz, you bast*rds!
We just shining on you n*ggas all crazy!
Hahaha! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) Let's go!

[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
I'm the real, I'm the authentic, the fact and the truth
It's Jae Millz, brown skin, but I black in the booth
And for the green or that white, you'll see red
Mushroom bullets hit your body, and they spread
Then your ass dead, no need for a hospital room or a bed
Just tell his mama, "Get him some nice threads"
So at least he'll be a b*tch-ass n*gga dying in style
He didn't want to look up to me, now he gotta look down
Somebody better tell 'em: On these beats, I'm a beast
Half-man, half-animal like King on "Tekken"
I'll wreck him, and yeah, Young Money is what I'm reppin'
Respect 'em or I'll put you on that highway to Heaven
Matter of fact, pus*y, you'll get your own lane
With no speed limits, so you can get there in a minute, ha
It's Dedication 3, it's no replacing we
That's like asking a group of Muslims, "Where that bacon be?"
Straight Grand Patrón flow, it's no chasin' me
And that amnesia is what my medication be
That's that Amsterdam grade-A, I'm smoking in the Netherlands
So high that I'll probably f*cking never land, b*tch!
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama & DJ drops]
Motherf*cking psychopaths
Young Money cavemen, motherf*ck a Geico ad (Ill!)
Four-four, bulldog, f*ck around and bite your ass
sh*tting on you b*tches, now let me flush the toilet and wipe my ass (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
b*tch, I'm balling, I like my cash—no, I'm lying, I love my dough
Got them hoes fallin' like a hundred million dominoes
But I don't eat pizza, I eat pus*y
When he wouldn't
Holla at your guala, yeah, b*tch, it's me
Kicking motherf*ckers out the kitchen heat
I'll put you where the fishies sleep
And when they wake, you'll be the fishies' feast (Gangsta!)
Haha! Yeah, I'm a shark, you see my fin, ho?
Bullet leave a hole in your face, not a dimple
Straight from the N.O., it's no problemo
To put a n*gga brains on the motherf*cking window
Ugh! Damn right, I'm nasty
How I come through in that wide-eyed Aston
The leather guts, and might I add in:
It's black-on-chrome like Darren McFadden
Yeah, and don't be comparing my swag
With these wack-ass n*ggas that's oh-so-swagless
Yeah, and call me Mr. Swagmore
Got your girlfriend open like some f*cking pores
Or open like some f*cking doors
n*gga, it's, "f*ck you, and I'm f*cking yours"
From the bedroom to the floors
Whores, haha!