In Me, Not On Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Payroll Giovanni] BYLUG shit You know? Cardo, you a fool Talk shit Boss shit Let me talk shit (4-1) [Verse: Payroll Giovanni] I guess I gotta accept it's just a new age Being gossiping men seems like a new wave Well I've been hustling, my face due for a new shave But I'ma hit my quota in less than two days Been a hard grinder since a small-timer Every time you niggas owe a tab, you getting Alzheimer's I don't let no frauds bite us, most these rappers all liars Studying our lingo so they can walk and talk like us Uh, I got my game from the block Some caine in the pot, finance the chain and the drop This rap shit easy, I used to maintain the spot Pop up and set up shop like a pop-up shop A few blocks for a rocked up watch, but I deserve that Hustled on the curve with a pen, I had to curve that I'm from Detroit where its hard to get your music heard at So we say fuck it, now where the pounds and the birds at? Fuck it, it ain't no hook I stared at shit when they said don't look I'm true to the game, could write my own book Dirtied up the plate, so I'm bagging up on the phone book White got hot, so I stopped and I just sold kush Gotta see the signs the game show you Before your mans told, the game told you Showed you clear as day the nigga wasn't right (Right) That's on you to cut him off or you gone pay the price Uh, you lames gossip with the same pockets I enlarge exchange profits and remain modest In a phony game, I remain honest When you gettin' strange commas, you hear strange comments But fuck 'em, life goes on I'ma get this money right now, no need to prolong Bloggers like, "He talk about drugs almost the whole song" But you ain't from where I'm from so get the fuck on Fuck living decent, dodging precincts, that's what streets teach us (Yeah) Never respect the leaches, I respect the Big Meeches My dog food feed big dogs with big leashes Im talking links and pieces that make you say Jesus (You see that?) You still tryna prove you on the avenue I'm tryna furnish this crib way out in Malibu Y'all confuse being gangstas with dumb shit Y'all think punk shit is really tough shit I wish I would yell in a camera phone Making public threats about how I'm get you gone Y'all worry about the nigga that be getting loud You should be worried if he calm and just sitting down This shit in me, not on me I never seen so many strangers talking like they know me And I don't need no validation from your big homie Nigga, I was stationed making plays like Sony (Boy) [Outro: Payroll Giovanni] BYLUG Fenkell Ave shit You know? Strathmore Block R.I.P. RJ They don't make 'em like us no more