Artist: K-Rino Album: The Maven Song: I'm Not Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) See if I gotta lie to kick it I'd just rather not kick it man Take me for who I am, in the words of Dolemite If you don't, confidentially I don't give a damn See, everybody think they gotta try to portray a image But this how it really go [K-Rino] Watch your boy here I come, rolling down the avenue Not in a Bentley or a Phantom, just a Malibu Sorry if you met me, and you thought I'd have a slab or two I'm living in the hood, I got one crib and that'll do Grinding everyday, but I ain't sitting on seven figgas I'm not a gangsta murderer, who shot up twenty niggaz I don't lie about my lifestyle, I do me and I get love And I never made it rain, twenty G's inside a strip club No diamonds on my fingers or my neck, cause I don't sport em One because it ain't my style, and two I can't afford em If you can do your thang boy, go hard up in the paint I don't knock you if that's you, but I do knock you if it ain't Yeah I'm still making records, traveling knocking these shows off And backstage, ain't no groupies there ripping my clothes off I'm not a powder head, bragging bout sniffing my nose off And I wasn't sipping drank, I was just sleepy so I dozed off [Chorus] I'm not balling out of control, I never made it rain My twitter's not blowing up, I'm still on the chain I just laugh, when these rappers be lying bout what they got Cause everything these suckers claim they are, I promise you they not [K-Rino] The spots that I be going to, ain't got no red carpet My car's right next to yours, the valet didn't park it My wardrobe is simple, no one cares how much it costed This shirt was 9.99, at King's Flea Market I'm not in V.I.P., I'm in the main club with ya And when I left, no paparazzi was taking pictures I'm not a mob boss, or king pin moving weight And I ain't never ran a car load, of bricks across the state I just walked in pulled out a wad of money, and it was on (what you do), paid my cable lights and phone and went back home Yeah I might fly to a show, hit the stage and rock the livest set But coach seats, no first class no private jet No worldwide street team, like some of these liars I paid a crackhead ten dollars, to pass out my fliers My single ain't on fire, I barely got a buzz No millions in the bank, but on that note I wish it was [Chorus] [K-Rino] Ain't no lake behind my house, where we swim and go fishing I don't live in a mansion, with four or five kitchens The women don't scream, when they see me like Justin Bieber And I never dated a star, or supermodel either I don't do drive by's, and I'm not sewing the game up I never made a sex tape, to try to blow my name up The flash and the industry hype, I'm not pursuing that And wrecking all them rappers...hold up wait, I do re' doing that Why you bragging on the image, that you never could prove I ain't fronting like these fools, I'm just a regular dude Ain't no entourage around me, fronting and acting hard When I show up at the do', it's just me and the good Lord No million dollar video shoots, no glitz no glamour My partna did it free, with a handheld HD camera And I never won a Grammy, and my album went wood But I got a ghetto plaque, for showing love to every hood [Chorus] (*talking*) I can't believe ya'll be believing these dudes man I done seen these cats rap about Maybachs And roll up in a Toyota Corolla Fool your favorite rapper work at Taco Cabana somewhere man Keep it real, just be who you are man get it the right way