They Ain't Us (feat. Christon Lamar)

I swear I'm thinking bout some money ways
Rollin up, a nigga just made a couple fucking plays (smoking za)
Was playing ball but figured I could sell an eighth
Got out of school and I figured I could make a way
Start touching money
Swear I see it in my fucking face
These niggas dummies if they think that money last
That money really dirt so I leave it in the past
You think its fucking funny till you see it burn to ash
I got to fucking listen
I see the fucking signs but I be acting like its fiction
These niggas on they ass but they be acting like they gifted
You flashy with the cash my niggas fast to come and get it
I ash and do the dash
I swear my mind it be so twisted
But I be off the fucking teas
Niggas had they hands out begging
Niggas, please
But I guess niggas isn't me
But I guess niggas isn't me
But I guess niggas isn't me
But I guess niggas isn't me
But they ain't me
Nick, Christon (yeah)
Bodies swinging
Chains clinking
I'm surrounded by demons and they all blood fiendin
Staring through my skin, they can see my sin, the adrenaline
And the Ritalin that's fucking up my dreams
Not all that glitters is gold
Not all as it seems
But if the future foretold
Then we all end up dead in these streets
Am I running from the beast or am I running from myself
Or am I searching for the beating heart of someone else
To tell me that I did a good job and that I made them proud
Most people do that with the big guy up on the cloud
But in all of my troubles, the motherfucker never came down
And stomped around town then bounced the fuck out
Calm the fuck down Nick you spazzed the fuck out
I never made the art for the money or the clout
But for the soul that's cold in need of some thawing out
In need of some thawing out
But they ain't me
But they ain't me
But they ain't me I'm talking
But they ain't me