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Ain't I
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ain't I was released on October 9, 2020 by CNT Records as a part of the album Picture Perfect
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Release DateOctober 9, 2020
LabelCNT Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rittz
Rittz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan McCollum
Jonathan McCollum
Songwriter
Roy James
Roy James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drum Dummie
Drum Dummie
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm the truth, ain't I?
Ain't another entertainer that can paint a picture better than me
Name one, ain't none
I'm the truth, ain't I?
Haters, stay away, it's danger
They afraid to look my way or bring my name up
Say what? I'm the truth, ain't I?
Cuff your lady and restrain her
Hard to blame her, they just angry 'cause they can't contain her
I'm the truth, ain't I?
And it's been that way since day one
Nothing changed, I went from broke to rich and famous
Pay up
[Verse 2]
I'm the truth, ain't nothing new
But some of y'all late, behind the times
CNT the move, the way, the moon is full, the tide is high
The numb from the Magnum buzz never died
If it does, I revive its vital signs
No ER nurse, no secret, it's beyond words
When you try and describe my kind
Johnny Valiant make Jane Doe name known worldwide
When I give the bitch a mention
That stress, it went next to the VVS specs
On the dash of the Monte Carlo SS, Big Edition
This is not a pissing contest
I'm strapped, pull a pistol on you in a sword fight, fencin'
I be in the courtyard, four-five thick ones
Got 'em horny, you be on a porn site, wishin'
You ain't got a candle on the birthday cake
I'm the one that'll come put the icing on
Grindin' why I've become the owner of a large house farm?
Raised fish swimming in the private pond
You ain't seen the sign, homie? This a private lawn
I pull a burner on him, turn him to a fire log
You stressed out like a Twenty One Pilots song
But follow me, I won't guide you wrong because
[Verse 3]
I'm the truth, ain't I?
Ain't another entertainer that can paint a picture better than me
Name one, ain't none
I'm the truth, ain't I?
Haters, stay away, it's danger
They afraid to look my way or bring my name up
Say what? I'm the truth, ain't I?
Cuff your lady and restrain her
Hard to blame her, they just ain't because they can't contain her
I'm the truth, ain't I?
And it's been that way since day one
Nothing changed, I went from broke to rich and famous
Pay up, I'm the truth, ain't I?
[Verse 4]
Don't dare me to air these fairytale rappers out
Like the spells on the house
That hurricane came right inside my window
Did so and bounced, it was sent to my head in the clouds
Like a Denver dispensary cop
At the shop when they show up unannounced
Giving me gifts like, "Guess what's in the mystery box?"
The scent smelled like a cat pissed on a bunch of loud
Money stickin' to the shatter residue on my nail
Breath smell like a wintergreen mint
With a sweet hint of some Crown round back
We was sussed and the apple's lightweight
Let the bitches drink that
Doing shot after shot with the paper bag
No bra, whoa, I can see your nipple tat
Now my dick's getting stiffer than a whiffle bat
Went in for the kiss, couldn't help
But to think of all the dick she had
In her mouth, in and out, so I give the bitch a pass
Finish up my cigarette and leave
I don't follow rules, I don't lose
Bag the shoes, the last time
I addressed someone dressed like a referee
In a Foot Locker with a ho I took shoppin'
And my homie mean muggin' you like "Fuck talkin'"
He don't take no shit, but he love robbin'
Motherfuckers be like, "Y'all love ending?"
[Verse 5]
I'm the truth, ain't I?
Ain't another entertainer that can paint a picture better than me
Name one, ain't none
I'm the truth, ain't I?
Haters, stay away, it's danger
They afraid to look my way or bring my name up
Say what? I'm the truth, ain't I?
Cuff your lady and restrain her
Hard to blame her, they just ain't because they can't contain her
I'm the truth, ain't I?
And it's been that way since day one
Nothing changed, I went from broke to rich and famous
Pay up, I'm the truth, ain't I?
Written by: Jonathan McCollum, Roy James
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