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Aint Wit It

Hip-Hop/Rap

Aint Wit It was released on June 27, 2025 by esosamadeit as a part of the album Reactions - EP

Song Details

AlbumReactions - EP

Release DateJune 27, 2025

Labelesosamadeit

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM70

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

esosa

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Elijah Givens

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

esosa

Producer

Lyrics

I done walked through fire seen loyalty crumble

seen shooters freeze up when it's time for the rumble

You can't coach heart and you can't train muscle

if that man ain't built he gon die in the struggle

I was posted on the block where the reapers patrol

Where a handshake fake and a hug mean "go"

Where your own blood cousin might set up your soul

All for a front on some pills and a pole

This ain't rap this psalms from the belly of pain

Where the sun don't rise and the prayers sound strange

Where a kid finds a body on the walk to the train

And the OGs praise hell cause they numb to the flames

You don't know how it feels to reload with a tear

With your finger on the trigger and your mind ain't clear

Got a demon in your chest and an angel in your ear

And you riding through the hood thinking death getting near

I ain't ask for no stripes I was born in the smoke

Where your Opps be your homies when the money get broke

Where the plug show love 'til the profit gets low

Then he cut off the line like your calls too slow

We ain't brothers just cause we both black with a fade

If you ain't grab the shovel when I dug through the grave

If you ain't skipped meals when I starved in them days

Then don't act like you wit' it when the skies turn gray

Heard they talking like I'm soft? I just smile that's cute

Had to zip a couple rumors just to match the truth

If it's pressure on the line I'm adjusting the route

Put that K to his chest like I'm spelling it out

Heard his raps all cap he be lying in quotes

He be claiming all this trauma but he lived by a boat

I done slept in them cars when the temp hit low

I done hit a few licks just to eat off hope

I ain't bend I ain't fold I ain't cop no plea

Had the devil in my face screaming "Come with me"

I done lost ten friends to that envy disease

They ain't die from no shots they got ate by greed

He ain't wit' it he just talk good mouth like a pastor

Never had to clean blood from a 30 like a janitor

Never had to burn clothes change whips after

Never seen that look in your bro's eyes after

I got pain I don't share I got sins I regret

I got dirt on my name from the ones I protect

I got love for the dead I got hate for the rest

I put trust in the Glock not a heart in my chest

I been crossed so much I don't flinch at betrayal

I done took so many Ls I can't tell what's a fail

Every night I thank God then I load up the shell

Cause these blessings feel cursed and this peace feel frail

Y'all be dying for the clout we be sliding for the cause

You be posting for some likes I be ducking the laws

When I say "bodies" I ain't talking about bras

I'm talking caskets chalk lines and pause

This is murder music therapy for kids with no hope

For the ones who had a vision and got crushed by the smoke

For the shorties who got jumped came back with a rope

Now he hanging' out the window with a stick like a Pope

Written by: Elijah Givens

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