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Ain't I
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Hip-Hop
Ain't I was released on July 9, 2026 by YFG Fatso / Santa Anna as a part of the album Sanity Evaded
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Release DateJuly 9, 2026
LabelYFG Fatso / Santa Anna
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM166

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YFG FATSO
YFG FATSO
Performer
Christopher Mosley Jr.
Christopher Mosley Jr.
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Mosley Jr.
Christopher Mosley Jr.
Songwriter
Oscar Ramirez
Oscar Ramirez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
905
Producer
Mvmix
Mvmix
Mixing Engineer, Vocal Recording Engineer
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I don't trust myself without this iron on me
Only **** I be with is Bandz
And we got two fullys, come slide on me
One bitch love me so much, she did time for me
And she right here with me out her V
While I got busy, made her drive for me
Spent they last on clothes, my opps don't have money
Soon as he felt that heat from a short **** with his ski, knew he couldn't hide from me
Can't even show me ten 'cause they don't stash nothing
Risk and then we'll reap, and we don't sleep till all eat, this more than fast money
[Verse 1]
Lil' bro had showed me he was ready, I couldn't hold him
This shit real, life on that line, the best that I'm gon' do is mold him
You got danger in your blow, your hood some goblins, you a solider
Once you drink the blood down, then you a goblin how you posed to
They don't want no war for real, these **** hidin' behind they posts
And I just grind to feed my kid, but her OG so fucking bogus
Man, this life shit ain't 'bout her, don't never think I'm kid ghosting
But it's millions to be made and we don't talk, we both bipolar
[Verse 2]
You got kills under yo' belt and duck the feds, that's how it's supposed to be
You drill with it, don't post the heat, that make shit game over
You a real ****, don't post the beef, you're loved ones should be closest to you
You smarter than you supposed to be, play harder than colder
[Chorus]
I don't trust myself without this iron on me
Only **** I be with is Bandz
And we got two fullys, come slide on me
One bitch love me so much, she did time for me
And she right here with me out her V
While I got busy, made her drive for me
Spent they last on clothes, my opps don't have money
Soon as he felt that heat from a short **** with his ski, knew he couldn't hide from me
Can't even show me ten 'cause they don't stash nothing
Risk and then we'll reap, and we don't sleep till all eat, this more than fast money
[Verse 3]
You seen **** mention me in blood that got put under
We gon' spin this whole winter, kill a good portion by summer
I riding with two or more, I know my opp's won't give me thunder
But it's dead, and I be dead before I leave my fucking thumper
Stop comparing me to them kids that let a bitch dictate they slumber
We don't play on phones with opps, how the fuck lil' folk get my number?
He ain't did enough to call me yet, go pass out some more covers
Heard he got that honey bun then bought a chain, now he back struggle
Every bitch they had I damn near passed off of they ways
Or I hit first, she wasn't sure 'cause she can't come back 'round the gang
We got work on all y'all, we play offense in every game
**** don't push up on us, no brownie points if they don't bang
[Chorus]
I don't trust myself without this iron on me
Only **** I be with is Bandz
And we got two fullys, come slide on me
One bitch love me so much, she did time for me
And she right here with me out her V
While I got busy, made her drive for me
Spent they last on clothes, my opps don't have money
Soon as he felt that heat from a short **** with his ski, knew he couldn't hide from me
Can't even show me ten 'cause they don't stash nothing
Risk and then we'll reap, and we don't sleep till all eat, this more than fast money
Written by: Christopher Mosley Jr., Oscar Ramirez
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