Grey Coin - You Ain't You lyrics

Chorus:
You dissin' your friends like you did never do before
But then you realize that you aint you no more
You dissin' your friends like you did never do before
But then you realize that you aint you no more

Verse:
I'm not a bitch ass, who's born to fool around with ya/
No I am not a fuck machine which been around with ya/
My song is dedicated to all of my friends/
My homies, my buddies, and my motherfucking champs/

Now get the money, man, we kill for the cash (for the cash!)/
No, I kidding man, but if you want some class/
Go to the corner, turn left, and turn right/
What would you find? A rapper rap tight/

G.C.P, from the Grey to da Coin/
O.M.G, motherfucka, I'm on 'em/
Screw 'em, cut 'em, make 'em scream/
They'll say it's all about the money, motherfucka, I ain't playin'/

Go to funhouse, cock, your explainations ain't good/
But they would be if you understood the good about the wood/
That you sellin', to poor lil' guys, and/
Let 'em split the pill, you're sick, man, christ, oh/

Let 'em split the pill, you're sick, man, christ, oh/
Let 'em split the pill, you're sick, man!/

Chorus:
You dissin' your friends like you did never do before
But then you realize that you aint you no more
You dissin' your friends like you did never do before
But then you realize that you aint you no more

You dissin' your friends like you did never do before
But then you realize that you aint you no more
You dissin' your friends like you did never do before
But then you realize that you aint you no more

Bridge:
Grey Coin's got a move to a fantastic groove/
So let the music play, let it flow, and I say:/
Take it to the top, take it to the top/
Take it to the top, take it to the top, take it to the top, top!/

Grey Coin's got a move to a fantastic groove/
So let the music play, let it flow, and I say:/
Take it to the top, take it to the top/
Take it to the top, take it to the top, take it to the top, top!/

G.C.P, from the Grey to da Coin/
O.M.G, motherfucka, I'm on 'em/
Screw 'em, cut 'em, make 'em scream/
They'll say it's all about the money, motherfucka, I ain't playin'/

Go to funhouse, cock, your explainations ain't good/
But they would be if you understood the good about the wood/
That you sellin', to poor lil' guys, and/
Let 'em split the pill, you're sick, man, christ, oh/

Let 'em split the pill, you're sick, man, christ, oh/
Let 'em split the pill, you're sick, man!/

Chorus:
You dissin' your friends like you did never do before
But then you realize that you aint you no more
You dissin' your friends like you did never do before
But then you realize that you aint you no more

You dissin' your friends like you did never do before
But then you realize that you aint you no more
You dissin' your friends like you did never do before
But then you realize that you aint you no more