Timbaland - Ain't I lyrics

[Hook] I'mma... I'mma... I'mma I'mma hustler's hustler A gangster's gangster I'mma rapper's rapper Your favorite, ain't I Ain't I, ain't I, ain't I [Verse 1] I'm still winning and I'm nowhere near finished It's just the first inning And I'm gunning for the Pennant And I been this, God made me Y'all hate me, y'all atheists Y'all safety is at risk It's the return of the Messiah One and only Hov Nah I ain't God but I've been made in his mold So when the story is told let it be said I refuse to fold I only fold bread I stood for the best, I owed no debt I represent the hood til my dying breath I took a pay cut to become an exec So the next muh-f**a can earn his paycheck And even though these n***as talk greasy bout me Ask these n***as how they 'gon eat without me Ask these n***as if they want streets involved And even if they don't like me, they respect the God [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm hustler's poster child, I'm supposed to style I ain't got nothing to prove, I'm supposed to smile I ain't insecure, I'm vested in a piece of Carol's Daughter I'm in Sephora Bricks are insignificant to him He's a grown man, you're an infant to him Take your baby money and burn, T-Ha I spent that on furniture I got Warhols on my hall's wall I got Basquiats in the lobby of my spot I'm so sophisticatedly hood, S. Carter cashmere premium goods Thousand dollars for the sneaks Timbo on the track Two-fifty for the beat, G4 back and forth 'til my flow seats I spent a couple mil' just to lose to the Heat [Hook] Anything you aspire, to acquire I got Any gun you say, you fired I shot Any type of paraphenalia, I am the seller I guess you're saying that's how I started Roc-A-Fella Feds all fed up DEA can't tell the dirty money from a Rocawear sweater [Refrain]