Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I’m Not, artist - K Rino. Album song The Maven, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.03.2013
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
I’m Not |
| See if I gotta lie to kick it |
| I’d just rather not kick it, man |
| Take me for who I am |
| In the words of Dolemite |
| «If you don’t, confidentially I don’t give a damn» |
| See, everybody think they gotta try to portray an image |
| But this how it really go |
| Watch ya boy, here I come, rolling down the avenue |
| Not in a Bentley or a Phantom, just a Malibu |
| Sorry if you met me and you thought I had a slab or two |
| I’m living in the hood, I got one crib and that’ll do |
| Grinding every day but I ain’t sittin' on seven figures |
| I’m not a gangster murderer who shot up twenty niggas |
| I don’t lie about my lifestyle, I do me and I get love |
| And I never made it rain 20 G’s inside a strip club |
| No diamonds on my fingers or my neck cus I don’t sport 'em |
| 1) Because it ain’t my style and 2) I can’t afford 'em |
| If you can, do your thing boy, go hard up in the paint |
| I don’t knock you if that’s you, but I do knock you if it ain’t |
| Yeah I’m still making records, travelling, knocking these shows off |
| And backstage ain’t no groupies dare ripping my clothes off |
| I’m not a powderhead, braggin' bout sniffin' my nose off |
| And I wasn’t sippin' drink, I was just sleeping so I dozed off |
| I’m not balling out of control, I never made it rain |
| My Twitter’s not blowing up, I’m still on the chain |
| I just laugh when these rappers be lyin' bout what they got |
| Cus everything these suckers claim they are I promise you they’re not |
| The spots that I be going to ain’t got no red carpet |
| My car’s right next to yours, the valet didn’t park it |
| My wardrobe is simple, no one cares how much it costed |
| This shirt was $ 9.99 at King’s flea market |
| I’m not in VIP I’m in the main club wit' ya |
| And when I left, no paparazzi was takin' pictures |
| I’m not a mob boss, a kingpin moving weight |
| And I ain’t never ran a car load of bricks across the state |
| I just walked in, pulled out a wad of money and it was on |
| «What you do?» |
| Paid my cable license, phone and went back home |
| Yeah I might fly to a show, hit the stage and rock the livest set |
| But coach seats, no first class, no private jet |
| No worldwide street team, like some of these liars |
| I paid a crackhead $ 10 to pass out my flyers |
| My single ain’t on fire, I barely got a buzz |
| No millions in the bank, but on that note I wish it was |
| Ain’t no lake behind my house where we swim and go fishing |
| I don’t live in the mansion with four or five kitchens |
| The women don’t scream when they see me like Justin Bieber |
| And I never dated a star or supermodel either |
| I don’t do drivebys and I’m not sowing the game up |
| I never made a sex tape to try to blow my name up |
| The flash and that industry hype, I’m not pursuing that |
| And wreckin' all them rappers. |
| hold up, wait… I do be doing that |
| Why you braggin' on the image that you never could prove? |
| I ain’t frontin' like these fools, I’m just a regular dude |
| Ain’t no entourage around me frontin' and actin' hard |
| When I show up at the door it’s just me and the good Lord |
| No million dollar video shoot, no glitz, no glamour |
| My partner did it free with a handheld HD camera |
| And I never won a Grammy, and my album went wood |
| But I got a ghetto plat, for showin' love to every hood |
| I can’t believe y’all be believin' these dudes, man |
| I been seein' these cats about Maybachs |
| And then roll up in a Toyota Corolla |
| Fool your favourite rapper work at Taco Cabana or somewhere, man |
| Just be who you are, man, keep it real, get it the right way |