H.N.I.C. - Disclaimer lyrics

[Intro] This is a disclaimer This is not to hurt anybody's feelings [Verse 1] This ain't no Macklemore, this packs that's raw No Iggy Azalea neither, this n***as selling bags of ether Not that One Direction sh** that your mom bump These p**y n***as holding rope and getting lined up This not Ariana Grande, b**hes sipping lattes This that trunk full of bricks nervous on the highway This ain't Miley Cyrus dog, this is n***as wilding This ain't no Bruno Mars, this n***as popping bars This ain't no J. Holiday or Jeremih This that taking over buildings selling dubs that's fire This ain't no Wale, this ain't no Makonnen This junkies dying in the stairwell cause the dope is potent That's my n***a, but this ain't no f**ing Mac Miller This that n***as calling back cuz the pack k**er This ain't for the radio, this ain't for Grammys This that selling smack and tucking bread with your granny This ain't no Justin Bieber, but that n***a nice This your friends catching bodies, now they doing life Just tryna bubble off the sniff, this ain't no Taylor Swift This is n***as holding bu*ter, ain't no Jonas Brothers This ain't Pitbull and this ain't Flo Rida This that even if ya b**h told you go find her This ain't B.o.B, this selling TNT And tossing packs right out the whip before the peeps can see This ain't John Legend, shout out John Legend It's your block doing numbers cause the dimes seven [Hook] Yo, I can tell you what it is but I just tell you what it ain't I was nineteen in the park shooting dice and smoking dank Getting twisted with my n***as, Charlie came through with the drank And I only had a half of loud, but dog we made it work Thinking back to all them nights, slanging X and doing dirt When I was sliding through the X to grab a thousand pack of percs Now I left my ex, getting five thousand for a verse Quick to get you exed, hit your man, lie him in a hearse, n***a