"This Is Not A Song" (prod. Mike Kuz) (Audio) + FREE DOWNLOAD

Had a date with destiny
Damn right, try to hit play
But that bitch curved me for like four mixtapes
Get your shit straight, fix your collar up
Get your dollars up, speak up, boy better sit straight
You ain't Drizzy, Drake, Lil Wayne, Kanye, Kendrick, Marshall
Fuck you and Big Jay, nah
Yeah, they don't love me back home
Nah, they don't love me back home
But they need me back home
Fucked up about this shit is they don't even know
Nah, they can do it on they own
Now I'm singing this shit
Guess it all makes sense
As a kid I listened to that Bone
At my parents crib watching BET, MTV
You know, all alone, dreaming of the throne
Now I'm sitting at the table with a pretty young thing
And she telling me about her day
But the truth is I could give a negative two fucks
'Bout what she gotta say
Only found God in these rhymes
Would you think, goddamnit, every night I go home and pray
That this all goes straight, that my momma stays safe
Guess it's all I pray

This is not a song, this not a song for you
This some shit that's running through my head now
This is not a song, this not a song for you
This is just some shit that's running through my head
When I'm faded off this gin in this hotel room
And I don't know what I'm searching for here anymore, no
When I'm faded off this gin in this hotel room
And I don't know what I'm searching for here anymore, no

This how I really feel, this how I really feel
Funny how my heart on my sleeve
Put a beat in it, kill yourself
Seventeen running 'round Hartbeem
Screaming that I'm really ill
Eight years later, goddamnit, I'm the only one really here
I just got my word and my balls
She just got curves and them drawers
She working it all
Me, I gave birth to 'em all
That's why we go splurge in the mall
For the years you watched me fall
For the years you watched me crawl
Nah, I ain't lost
I don't listen to you people, I listen to my heart
And it can't be bought
Pull the curtains, it's cold, you know
And these lungs are filled with tar
Lately I've been so distraught
With all these thoughts in my head
But fuck it, I'ma drink this gin instead, so

This is not a song, this not a song for you
This some shit that's running through my head now
This is not a song, this not a song for you
This is just some shit that's running through my head
When I'm faded off this gin in this hotel room
And I don't know what I'm searching for here anymore, no
When I'm faded off this gin in this hotel room
And I don't know what I'm searching for here anymore, no

When I'm faded off this gin in this hotel room
And I don't know what I'm searching for here anymore, no
When I'm faded off this gin in this hotel room
And I don't know what I'm searching for here anymore, no