Tried By Millions (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Intro]
I ain't a comedian nigga, I don't got no beef with nobody
I ain't the son of a rapper, I ain't the Illuminati
I ain't a lesbian, I don't wear wigs or nothin' like that

[Verse 1]
I ain't an autistic rapper, I ain't no trapper
I ain't no Ken doll, I ain't no actor
Just a grimy ass nigga raised on Ol' Dirty Bastard
That won't sell his soul so the dough come faster
I ain't no female, I ain't been robbed
I've never been in prison, gettin' fucked in the yard
I've never been a druggie, never suffered withdrawal
And everything I wear probably come from the mall
See, I ain't no fly dude, ain't no tycoon
I ain't in Best Buy, I ain't on iTunes
I don't skateboard, and I don't try to
I'm the sickest nigga out, and I ain't gon lie to 'em
I ain't on the down-low, I only like women
And I fuckin' hate trannies, ain’t a sham, and ain’t religious
Don't know how to dance and all my lyrics written
I probably need a new job, it probably ain't spittin'
I don't gotta ad-lib, don't got a hit
But I'll never get punked on
, I do got a dick
Fuck a basic lifestyle I choose not to get
And don't ask me for nothin', I don't freestyle shit
Don't get robbed for my chain, and I don't got a sex tape
But I got some pictures of my dick to make your bitch faint
I don't wear skinnies and I do like Biggie
I do like Big L, I do like Fifty
90's born, mighty flowin', nigga with the Nikes on
Highly gone, waking up to party like a Hyphy song
Like to flaunt, niggas mics is blown tryna write napalm
We don’t like you, dawg, I been on more tracks than Tiger Balm
Style fell off, now they hop on that next shit
I rather keep my belt on, I ain't that desperate

I ain't no Blood, I ain't got a message
I do it for the chicks, dawg, I ain't that sexist
Not a Freemason, I'm not famous
Never fucked Kat Stacks or played for the Lakers
I ain't the best, mayne, and I ain't did it
I ain't a porn star, ain't get beat by Trick Trick
I ain't Big Meech, I ain't Larry Hoover
I ain't Kid Cudi, and I don't like rumors
I ain't no Crip, and I ain't no dyke
I won't tell ya'll to hide your kids or hide your wife
I never made a video of me in a shower
Just a 90's baby with a case of nostalgia
I ain't tatted up, and I ain't no coward
Don't make songs in minutes, it might take me an hour
I don't spend close to ten stacks on marijuana
Got my own good music and it ain't common
I don't drink syrup, I don't got a grill
Death I don't fear though, if I stop taking pills
I ain't a son of Will, and I don't throw bills
I ain't been shot but at least a nigga real
*gunshot*

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