Ain'T Settling For Less

I ain't settling for less
Writ this from my heart, said it with my chest
They don't understand, a man ain't ever really stressed
My shit straight up out the tumble dryer, never really pressed
When they debating who's the best up in the ends
Chip told me not to let up off their neck
That nigga dissed me, but I didn't really notice any threat
Man of the moment, shit was over in a sec

Yeah
I call that shit disposable music
'You don't understand the type of shit I go through' music
All the bangers that I made, but didn't show you the music
I'm just happy that you know me for music

Yeah
I'm nothing special but over the grime, I'm nice
Niggas know what my rhyming's like
I couldn't get a job if I tried, I tried
But my records got a whole lot of crimes inside
And that ain't nothing cool for man to brag about
In my 30s, going block and still banging out
Having passa over pavement, man are hanging out
In some prison issue tracksuit that's a hand-me-down

Huh
I wanna grip on this iron and burst it
Hawkeye, with the eye closed and line it up perfect
I'm like Thor with the hammer, I ain't righteous or worth it
Doctor Strange, how I'm tryna break the cycle of curses
I ain't no metaphor rapper that's saying clever shit
I'm a man on the edge, just tryna get a grip
You're either or against me, pussy, take your pick
But if you're over there with them, you better get a stick

Tryna blow off of disrespect
Hoping that shit connects
Call you pussy to your face, I don't troll on the internet
Sneak dissing man on Spaces and hoping I didn't check
But the word got back, now you know that that nigga's X
I don't love this ting enough to act weird for it
I did that already, I spent years in this
You man are new and cool, look at you
But if you never had no manager
Would it be you that's pushing through?

I question that
Could you lose your buzz, go to prison and then get it back?
Could you pick it up from the second that shit settles down?
I bet you pop some bottles, get a rental when they let you out
I hope that helps with coping with everyone that let you down

'Cah the game's funny
Killers hang around with dickheads 'cah they make money
A real nigga ain't a snitch, but that's the same brudda
How they bag you, and you buss it in the same summer?
That's funny
If that was me, they would've hit me with some crazy numbers
'Cause I was in the frontline, like I was Crazy Cousinz

Yeah, yeah
Yo
I got a lifestyle typically that's far from rap
I'm on the 406, listening to Marvin Sapp
My girl's on my phone saying we should take a trip
But while there's money to be made, babe, I can't relax

See, I'm a man of my house
And a man of my word
Whether bridges, weed, or sage
I've been getting shit burned
I'm holding grudges like they're secrets
I even got pins and needles, the way I keep it
'Cause moving funny ain't so funny, the way I peep it

Yeah
A nigga saying that he made me is too jarring
'Cause if I bite the hand that feeds me, I'm self harming
I know my worth, you can't lowball, I'll beg pardon
In fact, whatever the number g, I'm a big bargain

Yeah
I'm running works, whether weekday or weekend
I learn the most when I'm thrown in at the-

Yeah
Running works, whether weekday or weekend
I never pree man, nor do I pretend
And, shit, the only thing I'm scared of is weak men
I said the only thing I'm scared of is weak-
I'm hitting goal after goal like my name was Pelé
And yet, I'm still taking pills
For some next man's headaches (I think)

I think, loyal to a fault is what they call it
But if you're really my killy, then shit I'm all in
My number's not a number just anyone can be calling
Yeah

I paid my dues while them other man are past due
I'm tryna be like you, you know these rappers and their half-truths
I think that when I'm with my killy G, I can't lose
My right hand can never trust my left and-