What They Ain’t

[Chorus]
No license drink driving, I could turn my lights off and still stay in my lane
I was Crown Court trialing, now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys and I can hear them all screaming my name
In the shade, I'm still shining, you know real back in style, let them hate 'cah they know we are what they ain't
I miss seeing nanny smiling, but I know she looking down proud, God blessed me, I got rich off pain

[Verse 1]
Convicted criminal
Living pitiful
Forever ridiculed
Troubled individual
Miserable, unmissable
Can't communicate, so get physical
Typical, sometimes I wish I was invisible
These thoughts are intrusive and P seems elusivе
I got rich off pain, so it's all inclusive
And he alone walks on thе path he chooses
But how you change on me? You used to pass me twoses
I'm sick of these cells, but these bars are soothing
Now when they make an offer, they just can't refuse him
Keep it real with me, please, I'm insisting
The money can't make up for the dogs I'm losing
I'm fighting for my life, there's no chance I'm losing
They stay assuming while I'm resuming
Check my resume and I keep improving
I make millions, I don't make excuses

[Chorus]
No license drink driving, I could turn my lights off and still stay in my lane
I was Crown Court trialing, now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys and I can hear them all screaming my name
In the shade, I'm still shining, you know real back in style, let them hate 'cah they know we are what they ain't
I miss seeing nanny smiling, but I know she looking down proud, God blessed me, I got rich off pain

[Verse 2]
Ambitious, driven, hard working
Perfectly imperfect
Straight talking genius tryna see the best in people
Legal, Muslim, peaceful
Can't be recalled
Can't be black balled
Clean-hearted, factual
Steer my own ship, I'm the admiral
OT beef, I come 'round and make the trap warm
Running from police in the shoes that the crack bought
Everything they throw at me, it bounces off the backboard
Do you love me or you hate me? 'Cah this shit's confusing
And when you talk to me, it just gets abusive
I'm talking to myself and my dreams are lucid
I'm sick of this game and the fame's a nuisance
I'm sick of my city and these kids are ruthless
I'm sick of this system and their institutions
I got a whole lot of years I ain't recouping
Michael Scofield, I became the blueprint

[Chorus]
No license drink driving, I could turn my lights off and still stay in my lane
I was Crown Court trialing, now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys and I can hear them all screaming my name
In the shade, I'm still shining, you know real back in style, let them hate 'cah they know we are what they ain't
I miss seeing nanny smiling, but I know she looking down proud, God blessed me, I got rich off pain