Tekst piosenki 'I'm Not' wykonawcy K-rino

See if I gotta lie to kick it
I'd just rather not kick it, man
Take me for who I am
In the words of Dolemite
"If you don't, confidentially I don't give a damn"
See, everybody think they gotta try to portray an image
But this how it really go

Watch ya boy, here I come, rolling down the avenue
Not in a Bentley or a Phantom, just a Malibu
Sorry if you met me and you thought I had a slab or two
I'm living in the hood, I got one crib and that'll do
Grinding every day but I ain't sittin' on seven figures
I'm not a gangster murderer who shot up twenty niggas
I don't lie about my lifestyle, I do me and I get love
And I never made it rain 20 G's inside a strip club
No diamonds on my fingers or my neck cus I don't sport 'em
1) Because it ain't my style and 2) I can't afford 'em
If you can, do your thing boy, go hard up in the paint
I don't knock you if that's you, but I do knock you if it ain't
Yeah I'm still making records, travelling, knocking these shows off
And backstage ain't no groupies dare ripping my clothes off
I'm not a powderhead, braggin' bout sniffin' my nose off
And I wasn't sippin' drink, I was just sleeping so I dozed off

I'm not balling out of control, I never made it rain
My Twitter's not blowing up, I'm still on the chain
I just laugh when these rappers be lyin' bout what they got
Cus everything these suckers claim they are I promise you they're not

The spots that I be going to ain't got no red carpet
My car's right next to yours, the valet didn't park it
My wardrobe is simple, no one cares how much it costed
This shirt was $9.99 at King's flea market
I'm not in VIP I'm in the main club wit' ya
And when I left, no paparazzi was takin' pictures
I'm not a mob boss, a kingpin moving weight
And I ain't never ran a car load of bricks across the state
I just walked in, pulled out a wad of money and it was on
"What you do?" Paid my cable license, phone and went back home
Yeah I might fly to a show, hit the stage and rock the livest set
But coach seats, no first class, no private jet
No worldwide street team, like some of these liars
I paid a crackhead $10 to pass out my flyers
My single ain't on fire, I barely got a buzz
No millions in the bank, but on that note I wish it was

Ain't no lake behind my house where we swim and go fishing
I don't live in the mansion with four or five kitchens
The women don't scream when they see me like Justin Bieber
And I never dated a star or supermodel either
I don't do drivebys and I'm not sowing the game up
I never made a sex tape to try to blow my name up
The flash and that industry hype, I'm not pursuing that
And wreckin' all them rappers.. hold up, wait... I do be doing that
Why you braggin' on the image that you never could prove?
I ain't frontin' like these fools, I'm just a regular dude
Ain't no entourage around me frontin' and actin' hard
When I show up at the door it's just me and the good Lord
No million dollar video shoot, no glitz, no glamour
My partner did it free with a handheld HD camera
And I never won a Grammy, and my album went wood
But I got a ghetto plat, for showin' love to every hood

I can't believe y'all be believin' these dudes, man
I been seein' these cats rap about Maybach's
And then roll up in a Toyota Corolla
Fool your favourite rapper work at Taco Cabana or somewhere, man
Keep it real, just be who you are, man. Get it the right way