Ricco Barrino - I’m Not (Track 2 on The Maven ) lyrics

See if I gotta lie to kick it
I'd just rather not kick it, man
Take me for who I am
In the words of Dolemite "If you don't
Confidentially I don't give a damn"
See, everybody think they gotta try
To portray an image
But this how it really go

Watch your boy
Here I come rolling down the avenue
Not in a Bentley or a Phantom, just a Malibu
Sorry if you met me and you thought
I have a slab or two
I'm living in the hood
I got one crib and that'll do
Grinding every day but I ain't
Sitting on seven figures
I'm not a gangster murderer who
Shot up twenty niggas
I don't lie about my lifestyle


I do me and I get love
And I never made it rain 20
G's inside a strip club
No diamonds on my fingers or my
Neck 'cause I don't sport 'em
1 Because it ain't my style and
2 I can't afford 'em
If you can, do your thing boy
Go hard up in the paint
I don't knock you if that's you
But I do knock you if it ain't
Yeah I'm still making records, travelling
Knocking these shows off
And backstage ain't no groupies dare
Ripping my clothes off
I'm not a powderhead
Bragging 'bout sniffing my nose off
And I wasn't sipping drink
I was just sleeping so I dozed off

I'm not balling out of control
I never made it rain
My Twitter's not blowing up
I'm still on the chain
I just laugh when these rappers be
Lying 'bout what they got
'Cause everything these suckers
Claim they are i promise you they're not

The spots that I be going to
Ain't got no red carpet
My car's right next to yours
The valet didn't park it
My wardrobe is simple
No one cares how much it costed
This shirt was $999 at King's flea market
I'm not in VIP I'm in the main club with ya
And when I left
No paparazzi was taking pictures
I'm not a mob boss, a kingpin moving weight
And I ain't never ran a car
Load of bricks across the state
I just walked in
Pulled out a wad of money and it was on
"What you do?" Paid my cable license
Phone and went back home
Yeah I might fly to a show
Hit the stage and rock the livest set
But coach seats, no first class
No private jet no worldwide street team
Like some of these liars
I paid a crackhead $10 to pass out my flyers
My single ain't on fire, I barely got a buzz
No millions in the bank
But on that note I wish it was

I'm not balling out of control
I never made it rain
My Twitter's not blowing up
I'm still on the chain
I just laugh when these rappers be
Lying 'bout what they got
'Cause everything these suckers
Claim they are i promise you they're not

Ain't no lake behind my house where
We swim and go fishing
I don't live in the mansion
With four or five kitchens
The women don't scream when they
See me like Justin Bieber
And I never dated a star or supermodel either
I don't do drivebys and I'm
Not sowing the game up
I never made a sex tape to
Try to blow my name up
The flash and that industry hype
I'm not pursuing that
And wrecking all them rappers hold up
Wait i do be doing that
Why you bragging on the image
That you never could prove?
I ain't fronting like these fools
I'm just a regular dude
Ain't no entourage around me
Fronting and acting hard
When I show up at the door it's
Just me and the good Lord
No million dollar video shoot, no glitz
No glamour my partner did it free with
A handheld HD camera
And I never won a Grammy
And my album went wood
But I got a ghetto plaque for
Showing love to every hood

I'm not balling out of control
I never made it rain
My Twitter's not blowing up
I'm still on the chain
I just laugh when these rappers be
Lying 'bout what they got
'Cause everything these suckers
Claim they are i promise you they're not

I can't believe y'all be
Believing these dudes, man
I been seeing these cats rap about Maybach's
And then roll up in a Toyota Corolla
Fool your favorite rapper work at
Taco Cabana or somewhere, man
Keep it real, just be who you are, man
Get it the right way