No way, uh-uh, and you ain`t him
Stop it, quit it right now
And you ain`t him

Here I is, sorry to keep you waitin`
But now I`m back with more fire than Satan
Listen, wish man this track is blazin`
Better yet, this track amazin`
This track remind me of when the studio was down in this Nick Day`s basement
My s**t was far from legal
Wrong place on a Buick Regal
Check under that seat, look in the back of that trunk is truly legal
Hold up, better pump your brakes
You don`t wanna make no mistakes
Runnin` up on the wrong ni**a at the wrong time might get you somethin` hot in your face
And I ain`t talkin` `bout no mace
I`m talkin` that s**t that chase
That s**t that`ll run you down and take forensic files gonna solve that case
I hear a lot of that I did this
I hear a lot of that I did that
It`s funny when he go to the stand and point at his man like "he did that?"
You wanna stand lookin` so not gangsta
Pleadin` to the judge, "I`m so not gangsta"
Mm, mm, mm, I believe ya
See, it`s just best to play yo part
You don`t try to be who you are
You ain`t gotta prove nothin` to me
Motherf**ker, I know you ain`t got no heart

You say you got yo money right
(I don`t believe you)
You say you live the street life
(I don`t believe you)
You say you got them killas witchya
(I don`t believe you)
I know a gangsta when I see him, little buddy, and you ain`t him

I been watchin` you sucka, I got my eye on you, man

No, no, no, and you ain`t him

He`s a facade

No, no, no

He not trill

And you ain`t him

When you keepin` it trill, all the suckas wanna ride
Yeah, cuttin` corners in yo `65 on skinny tires
He tellin` lies and sellin` pies, I`m sellin` mine
Shots fired, but he expired by the seventh time
How the f**k you cool? He don`t even know the rules
He just flew the coop, he ain`t got chickens you wanna move
But I`ma handle this (show him how it`s got to go)
Before you get to management, shorty, you gotta mop the floor
He`s not a hustla, he`s not a gangsta
Let me take your soul, sucka, thank ya
I`m a boss, you gotta grind if you wanna floss
Baby we poss puffin` that pine as I`m peelin` off

You say you move them chiggas right?
(I don`t believe you)
You say you got a meal ticket right?
(I don`t believe you)
You say you got a white Phantom too
(I don`t believe you)

I know a hustla when I see him, little ni**a and he ain`t you

You say you got your money, right?
(I don`t believe you)
You say you live the street life
(I don`t believe you)
You say you got them killas witchya
(I don`t believe ya)

I know a gangsta when I see him, little buddy and you ain`t him

Lay back, smoke one

No, no, no

And you ain`t him

No, no, no

And you ain`t him

No, no, no

And you ain`t him

(No, I don`t believe you)
(No, I don`t believe you)
(No, I don`t believe you)

No, no, no, and you ain`t him