Potter Payper - What They Ain't lyrics

No license drink driving
I could turn my lights off and
Still stay in my lane
I was Crown Court trialing
Now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys and I
Can hear them all screaming my name
In the shade, I'm still shining, you
Know real back in style
Let them hate 'cah they know
We are what they ain't
I miss seeing nanny smiling, but I know
She looking down proud, God blessed me
I got rich off pain

Convicted criminal living pitiful
Forever ridiculed troubled individual
Miserable, unmissable
Can't communicate, so get physical
Typical, sometimes I wish I was invisible
These thoughts are intrusive and
P seems elusivе
I got rich off pain, so it's all inclusive
And he alone walks on thе path he chooses
But how you change on me?
You used to pass me twoses
I'm sick of these cells
But these bars are soothing
Now when they make an offer
They just can't refuse him
Keep it real with me, please, I'm insisting
The money can't make up for
The dogs I'm losing
I'm fighting for my life
There's no chance I'm losing
They stay assuming while I'm resuming
Check my resume and I keep improving
I make millions, I don't make excuses

No license drink driving
I could turn my lights off and
Still stay in my lane
I was Crown Court trialing
Now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys and I
Can hear them all screaming my name
In the shade, I'm still shining, you
Know real back in style
Let them hate 'cah they know
We are what they ain't
I miss seeing nanny smiling, but I know
She looking down proud, God blessed me
I got rich off pain

Ambitious, driven, hard working
Perfectly imperfect
Straight talking genius tryna see
The best in people legal, Muslim, peaceful
Can't be recalled can't be black balled
Clean hearted, factual
Steer my own ship, I'm the admiral
OT beef, I come 'round and make the trap warm
Running from police in the shoes
That the crack bought
Everything they throw at me
It bounces off the backboard
Do you love me or you hate
Me? 'Cah this shit's confusing
And when you talk to me, it just gets abusive
I'm talking to myself and my dreams are lucid
I'm sick of this game and
The fame's a nuisance
I'm sick of my city and
These kids are ruthless
I'm sick of this system
And their institutions
I got a whole lot of years I ain't recouping
Michael Scofield, I became the blueprint

No license drink driving
I could turn my lights off and
Still stay in my lane
I was Crown Court trialing
Now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys and I
Can hear them all screaming my name
In the shade, I'm still shining, you
Know real back in style
Let them hate 'cah they know
We are what they ain't
I miss seeing nanny smiling, but I know
She looking down proud, God blessed me
I got rich off pain