REVERIE - Ain't Shit lyrics

Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit
Haters, you could eat a dick
I don’t wanna hear about it
Walk the talk? I doubt it

I ain’t gonna wait my turn
Imma cut the fucken line
Ask me how I’m feeling,  baby
Crazy,  but the pay is fine

Say it ain’t mine & imma have to take it
You can’t stand the real
Cuz ur just a fake bitch

You be posing like a gangsta- but you ain’t g
Got no credit, no resume in these streets
Faking where you came from
Busted, cuz your lame son
Tryna ride my coat tails
Now because I’m famous

You can’t compare to me
We’re nothing like the same
From my name, to my game, to
My pay to my frame, bitch
You know the name, bitch
Ain’t shit changed, bitch
Lame bitch, when i see you-
Got nothing to say, bitch

If you want it, you could get it
I ain’t gonna sweat it
If you need it, imma bring it
You could fucken guarantee it
You ain’t gotta say it twice
Want smoke? Imma be it
& fuck pulling hair, bitch
I’m coming out swinging

I really was in the streets
Really was smoking dope
Really lived the life I rap about
No, it ain’t a joke you get choked
Leave you hanging by a rope bones broke
Yeah, imma cut your fucken throat
Better act like ya know

I been chain smoking cigarettes
Liquor, sess, bigger stress
Take a test, imma ace
You could catch this fade- quick
Careful, cus it’s dangerous
Gang is who I came with
Stay in your lane, bitch
Yes, I’m insane, bitch

They forget i grew up a screw up
Gang signs, throw the crew up
Base head & then I blew up

Used to never sleep, dust in my sheets
Never close my eyes- keep em wide
Ear to the streets fuck the police

Rest in peace to all the dead homies
Ain’t saying it twice
You heard what i said, homie

Wasted & lonely crazy, ya’ll know me
Flow like the ocean, wavy
Can’t put no salt on me

I been stressing, I been feening
I been thinking relapsing
All star- never practiced
Ditched all my fucken classes
You been plastic, I been classic
I been straight, been paid
Been played, I been great

I been places you could only dream about
Brought my team around
Stepped foot on 22 countries
Homie, I be about it
I been a hustler, been a rider
For life, do or die
Almost lost my fucken life a few times

I ain’t scared of death
I ain’t scared to live
Matter of fact, I love to split the profit
I ain’t scared to give
Imma pass the love, imma share the light
I been feeling nice i love this rap shit
That’s why we do this every fucken night
Bitch