Disclaimer

[Production by H.N.I.C.] [Intro] This is a disclaimer This is not to hurt anybody's feelings (real talk) [Verse 1] Yo This ain't no Macklemore cuz this packs is raw No Iggy Azalea neither, niggas sellin' bags of ether Not that One Direction shit that your mom bump These pussy niggas holdin' rope and gettin' lined up This not Ariana Grande, bitches sippin' lattes This that trunk full of bricks nervous on the highway This ain't Miley Cyrus dog, this is niggas wilin' This ain't no Bruno Mars, this niggas poppin' bars This ain't that J. Holiday that Jeremih This that taking over buildings selling dubs of fire This ain't no Wale, this ain't no Makonnen This junkies dying in the stairwell cause the dope is potent That's my nigga, but this ain't a fuckin' Mac Miller This that niggas callin' back cuz the pack killer This ain't for the radio, this ain't for Grammys This that sellin smack and tucking bread with your granny This ain't no Justin Bieber, but that nigga nice This yo' friends catching bodies, now they doing life Just tryna bubble off the sniff, this ain't no Taylor Swift This is niggas holdin butter, ain't no Jonas Brothers This ain't Pitbull and this ain't Flo Rida This that even if ya bitch told you go find her This ain't B.o.B. just sellin' TNT Tossin packs right out the whip 'fore the peeps can see This ain't John Legend Shout out John Legend It's your block doin' numbers cuz the dime seven [Hook] Yo I can tell you what it is but I just tell you what it ain't I was nineteen in the park shootin' dice and smokin' dank Gettin' twisted with my niggas Charlie came through with the drank And I only had a half a loud but dog we made it work Thinkin' back to all them nights, slangin' X and doin' dirt When I was slidin' through the X to grab a thousand pack of percs Now I left my ex, getting five thousand for a verse Quick to get you exed, hit your man, lie him in a hearse, nigga