I'm Him
(Long nights)
(Long nights)
(Long nights)
(Long nights)
Long nights into long flights
Legs hanging in the walkway
Stewardess told me no space
I'm just tryna ball like I'm him
(It's me shawty)
(Yeah)
Ain't go lie I blew a lot this week
Ain't go lie I'm bout to double back
Wendy's with the double stack
Shh quiet can't flex on that
Know they hate to see you come up dog
Know you not allowed to have shit
These days got me on the fence
Fuck it dog they could all get rinsed
Had to switch I cut the swine
But I'm a money hog
Transition in my mid 20's was a muthafucka
But can't throw me off
So I took a couple losses
It's all about how you bounce back
And I'm dripping out the saucers
Feel like I'm back in college
I should probably finish
I just clicked into a new gear
And my plate is kinda hitting
Man fuck it who am I kidding
Probably in the next set of numbers
I'll be busy next couple summers
If I never pop I'll never wonder
Hustle always kept me out the under
But honestly the music put me over
Long nights into long flights
Legs hanging in the walkway
Stewardess told me no space
I'm just tryna ball like I'm him
(I'm him)(I'm him)(I'm him)
(It's me its I)
And I know I'm all in on my own wave
Bet slip on a mans face
Tryna hit like a parlay
I'm just tryna ball like I'm him
(I'm him I'm him)
I feel it in my soul you see
Ain't no more of that Jodeci
I gotta make them tons overseas
Can't really let nobody slow the scheme
I know they like to try to peep the moves
I never post when I'm in the stu
It's no credit when you pay your dues
Get more cheddar when I make these moves
These days I'm cold breeze for lovers
Fuck her on the duvet
But kept it under cover
You'll never find another
She tried to tell who I'll never be
And it ended with a stutter
Pulled up and I'm cutting still like butter
Clean slate now no more clutter
Wifey was the bomb now she a dudder
Had to cut it to get back to the numbers
Same feelings can't be replaced
But money make it a little easy for us
Running through the trees like it's a forest
There that man go
Just pulling strings like bass and banjos
Made it out the trap
Still need a band though nigga
Long nights into long flights
Legs hanging in the walkway
Stewardess told me no space
I'm just tryna ball like I'm him
(I'm him)(I'm him)(I'm him)
(It's me its I)
And I know I'm all in on my own wave
Bet slip on a mans face
Tryna hit like a parlay
I'm just tryna ball like I'm him
(I'm him I'm him)
(Long nights)
(Long nights)
(Long nights)
Long nights into long flights
Legs hanging in the walkway
Stewardess told me no space
I'm just tryna ball like I'm him
(It's me shawty)
(Yeah)
Ain't go lie I blew a lot this week
Ain't go lie I'm bout to double back
Wendy's with the double stack
Shh quiet can't flex on that
Know they hate to see you come up dog
Know you not allowed to have shit
These days got me on the fence
Fuck it dog they could all get rinsed
Had to switch I cut the swine
But I'm a money hog
Transition in my mid 20's was a muthafucka
But can't throw me off
So I took a couple losses
It's all about how you bounce back
And I'm dripping out the saucers
Feel like I'm back in college
I should probably finish
I just clicked into a new gear
And my plate is kinda hitting
Man fuck it who am I kidding
Probably in the next set of numbers
I'll be busy next couple summers
If I never pop I'll never wonder
Hustle always kept me out the under
But honestly the music put me over
Long nights into long flights
Legs hanging in the walkway
Stewardess told me no space
I'm just tryna ball like I'm him
(I'm him)(I'm him)(I'm him)
(It's me its I)
And I know I'm all in on my own wave
Bet slip on a mans face
Tryna hit like a parlay
I'm just tryna ball like I'm him
(I'm him I'm him)
I feel it in my soul you see
Ain't no more of that Jodeci
I gotta make them tons overseas
Can't really let nobody slow the scheme
I know they like to try to peep the moves
I never post when I'm in the stu
It's no credit when you pay your dues
Get more cheddar when I make these moves
These days I'm cold breeze for lovers
Fuck her on the duvet
But kept it under cover
You'll never find another
She tried to tell who I'll never be
And it ended with a stutter
Pulled up and I'm cutting still like butter
Clean slate now no more clutter
Wifey was the bomb now she a dudder
Had to cut it to get back to the numbers
Same feelings can't be replaced
But money make it a little easy for us
Running through the trees like it's a forest
There that man go
Just pulling strings like bass and banjos
Made it out the trap
Still need a band though nigga
Long nights into long flights
Legs hanging in the walkway
Stewardess told me no space
I'm just tryna ball like I'm him
(I'm him)(I'm him)(I'm him)
(It's me its I)
And I know I'm all in on my own wave
Bet slip on a mans face
Tryna hit like a parlay
I'm just tryna ball like I'm him
(I'm him I'm him)
Credits
Writer(s): M Campbell
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