No, Not Me

**(Intro )**

Yeah... uh, check.

Drop the line right there.

Drop the line right there.

I know y'all hear me.

Drop the line right there.

 

**(Verse 1)**

I can be in a foreign, no keys, still speedin'

No ID, no reason, still they can't believe it

These niggas on socials be actin' like bosses

But offline they softer than three-ply Kleenex

I remember twelve years old, sellin' dreams on the curb

Mama said "final notice," back against the wall, no verb

Just action—8-ball profit, now these kids just snap and post it

Think a hashtag make you a king? Nah, you just a joker, I noticed

 

**(Pre-Chorus)**

They like to think we the same

But I'm the fire, you the flame that's already burnt out

I put the work in, no clout

You put the filter on and pout

I put my children in my eyes, so I got no room for doubt

 

**(Chorus)**

No, not me—don't mix me with that

No, not me—I ain't where you at

You can screenshot, you can repost

But you still can't get close to that

No, not me—I draw the line right there

No, not me—I breathe a different air

You talkin' war on the timeline? I'm talkin' war right there

No, not me

 

**(Verse 2)**

I funded my whole movement from my pocket, no loan

Bankroll Mafia, Hustle Gang—built it all on my own

Before the blog posts, before the gossip

I was in the trap house, countin' profit

Now they wanna copy the flow, copy the style

But they can't copy the miles, they can't copy the trials

They can't copy the prison, they can't copy the wisdom

They can't copy the vision—so they just sit and diss 'em

 

**(Pre-Chorus)**

They like to think we the same

But I'm the fire, you the flame that's already burnt out

I put the work in, no clout

You put the filter on and pout

I put my children in my eyes, so I got no room for doubt

 

**(Chorus)**

No, not me—don't mix me with that

No, not me—I ain't where you at

You can screenshot, you can repost

But you still can't get close to that

No, not me—I draw the line right there

No, not me—I breathe a different air

You talkin' war on the timeline? I'm talkin' war right there

No, not me

 

**(Bridge – spoken, reflective)**

Look... I been through it all.

The streets, the fame, the cell, the shame, the comeback.

And I still standin'.

You think a meme gon' hurt me?

You think a comment gon' phase me?

I was built in the fire—you was built in a focus group.

No, not me.

 

**(Verse 3)**

I remember when beef was a face-to-face thing

Now it's a race to the keyboard, a waste of a king

I ain't with the fake shit, the makeup, the break quick

I'm from the generation that made it, we take hits

And keep movin', keep provin', keep improvin'

While you losin' sleep over who's doin' what on the 'Gram

I'm doin' plans—real estate, real weight, real fate

You can hate, but you can't replicate

 

**(Outro)**

Drop the line right there...

Yeah...

No, not me...

Drop the line right there...

No, not me.

Uh.