Meek Mill - Ain't I lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] Ain't I ain't I ain't I Ain't I ain't I ain't I Ain't I on some sh** Ain't I f** your b**h Ain't I Grand Hustle Ain't I f** with TIP [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Drama be the DJ I just spit that sh** and he gon' bring it back like replay I come from the east side, run sh** like a relay Bunch of Philly k**ers with me they all look like Freeway I know what we do is wrong You can catch me in the hood probably somewhere don't belong I keep with my tre pound long And Omelly keep his glit His clip hold like 33 that's three circles from a brick On some sh**, that's your b**h No it ain't cause she ours Pull up to the club we be on Banshees and CRs Ask about us who we are I'm a young king I'm wa**up I ain't asking for no ride I made it here all by myself Come for the belt ya for the ring Ask your ho I do my thing I was locked up in the pen but still I shine like I was bling On the block with that Yao Ming Tryna move that China white Ya I grind like I ain't even about to blow like dynamite I'm that [?] just call me Mike I change hoes just like they're clothes I change O's just like they're floors And keep my money for them hoes I keep money on re-load I keep cash up in this stack I don't even know these lames but yet they Joe me like Jihad And I just laugh Joe me like GI b**h I'm trying to f** you, you keep worrying about TI Haters they can see I'm all about my BI b**h I been on swag [?] [Verse 2: Nitty] Ain't I on my job Lotta n***as hate cause we be moving like the mob My boys in all black n***a run his mouth then then n***a lose his cap West Philly back block that's where you find me at State they got my n***a Dean I be on promethazine Show you how we walk them down No time with them triple beams I get a jawn break it down let my youngins grind You see them tres of the meter, and they done with dime You had your work all week sh** I hustle mine I hustle hard, hustle hard I ain't never fine I just hit a lick, all white bricks f** the drought we be flipping like a light switch Ask my n***a [?] he got a [?] We like a junkyard, we stay with metal sh** I can do it right or I can do it wrong You buy it soft, try to cook it you be losing homes Neef Buck told me get them where I fit in The mac look great but its gorgeous with the clip in And when it start to ripping, n***as start to scraping And dipping, hoping they don't catch it in their biscuit West side of Philly n***a that be me Disrespect and we check 'em like an ACG They say your green not fire Your white not oil You n***as at loyal when you shining like foil