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"This Is Not A Song" (prod. Mike Kuz) (Audio) + FREE DOWNLOAD

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Had a date with destiny Damn right, try to hit play But that bitch curved me for like four mixtapes Get your shit straight, fix your collar up Get your dollars up, speak up, boy better sit straight You ain't Drizzy, Drake, Lil Wayne, Kanye, Kendrick, Marshall Fuck you and Big Jay, nah Yeah, they don't love me back home Nah, they don't love me back home But they need me back home Fucked up about this shit is they don't even know Nah, they can do it on they own Now I'm singing this shit Guess it all makes sense As a kid I listened to that Bone At my parents crib watching BET, MTV You know, all alone, dreaming of the throne Now I'm sitting at the table with a pretty young thing And she telling me about her day But the truth is I could give a negative two fucks 'Bout what she gotta say Only found God in these rhymes Would you think, goddamnit, every night I go home and pray That this all goes straight, that my momma stays safe Guess it's all I pray This is not a song, this not a song for you This some shit that's running through my head now This is not a song, this not a song for you This is just some shit that's running through my head When I'm faded off this gin in this hotel room And I don't know what I'm searching for here anymore, no When I'm faded off this gin in this hotel room And I don't know what I'm searching for here anymore, no This how I really feel, this how I really feel Funny how my heart on my sleeve Put a beat in it, kill yourself Seventeen running 'round Hartbeem Screaming that I'm really ill Eight years later, goddamnit, I'm the only one really here I just got my word and my balls She just got curves and them drawers She working it all Me, I gave birth to 'em all That's why we go splurge in the mall For the years you watched me fall For the years you watched me crawl Nah, I ain't lost I don't listen to you people, I listen to my heart And it can't be bought Pull the curtains, it's cold, you know And these lungs are filled with tar Lately I've been so distraught With all these thoughts in my head But fuck it, I'ma drink this gin instead, so This is not a song, this not a song for you This some shit that's running through my head now This is not a song, this not a song for you This is just some shit that's running through my head When I'm faded off this gin in this hotel room And I don't know what I'm searching for here anymore, no When I'm faded off this gin in this hotel room And I don't know what I'm searching for here anymore, no When I'm faded off this gin in this hotel room And I don't know what I'm searching for here anymore, no When I'm faded off this gin in this hotel room And I don't know what I'm searching for here anymore, no