Ain't I Ft. Nitty - Meek Mill

Ain’t I ain’t I ain’t I

Ain’t I ain’t I ain’t I

Ain’t I on some shit

Ain’t I fuck your bitch

Ain’t I Grand Hustle

Ain’t I fuck with TIP

Drama be the DJ

I just spit that shit and he gon' bring it back like replay

I come from the east side, run shit like a relay

Bunch of Philly killers with me they all look like Freeway

I know what we do is wrong

You can catch me in the hood probably somewhere don’t belong

I keep with my tre pound long

And Omelly keep his glit

His clip hold like 33 that’s three circles from a brick

On some shit, that’s your bitch

No it ain’t cause she ours

Pull up to the club we be on Banshees and CRs

Ask about us who we are

I’m a young king I’m wassup

I ain’t asking for no ride I made it here all by myself

Come for the belt ya for the ring

Ask your ho I do my thing

I was locked up in the pen but still I shine like I was bling

On the block with that Yao Ming

Tryna move that China white

Ya I grind like I ain’t even about to blow like dynamite

I’m that Bull just call me Mike

I change hoes just like they’re clothes

I change O’s just like they’re floors

And keep my money for them hoes

I keep money on re-load

I keep cash up in this stack

I don’t even know these lames but yet they Joe me like Jihad

And I just laugh, Joe me like GI

Bitch I’m trying to fuck you, you keep worrying about TI

Haters they can see I’m all about my BI

Bitch I been on swag

Ain’t I on my job

Lotta niggas hate cause we be moving like the mob

My boys in all black

Nigga run his mouth then then nigga lose his cap

West Philly back block that’s where you find me at

State they got my nigga Dean

I be on promethazine

Show you how we walk them down

No time with them triple beams

I get a jawn break it down let my youngins grind

You see them tres of the meter, and they done with dime

You had your work all week shit I hustle mine

I hustle hard, hustle hard I ain’t never fine

I just hit a lick, all white bricks

Fuck the drought we be flipping like a light switch

Ask my nigga he got a

We like a junkyard, we stay with metal shit

I can do it right or I can do it wrong

You buy it soft, try to cook it you be losing homes

Neef Buck told me get them where I fit in

The mac look great but its gorgeous with the clip in

And when it start to ripping, niggas start to scraping

And dipping, hoping they don’t catch it in their biscuit

West side of Philly nigga that be me

Disrespect and we check 'em like an ACG

They say your green not fire

Your white not oil

You niggas at loyal when you shining like foil