Him Really
Yeah
I'm really that Nigga
Stop playin wit me
Spin on yo block
And you dead to me
Blood Is My eyes
It's red I see
Yeah
Pleadin yo case
Is deaf to me
If I tatted my face
It would be tears for me
Been dead for a minute
Don't send for me
Yeah
Load up the choppa
And hit up the blocka
I thought I could change but I can't
These niggas be lying
These bitches be tryin
Like I ain't go hard in the paint
Pahranas can't live in a tank
Mistook my dog for a snake
I realize these people
Don't fuck wit me
Just try to see what
They can get from me
Yeah
Think it's a joke
Oh you tickle me
Shoot at ya head
Make ya tickle bleed
Comin in strong
I need ten a key yeah
Comin in what the riddle be
Yeah yeah
Catchin bodies like I'm project p
Yeah yeah uh
Young nigga Kickin in doors
Get on the floor
You know what this is
Don't get smoked
I won't choke
No
Let that bitch go
I will not fold
I cannot go
Blood on my hands
I been before
Chef on the road
Blurt
I got another clean up
You know what to do
Make it look like ain't nothin happen
The bands on the way
Tap in
Yeah
I'm really him
Murder she wrote
I am so cold
Letting it go
I tout the pole
Wherever I go
Dodgin the Po
Catching me slippin I will not go
Stay by my lone
These people be switchin
I know the code
I'm him
I'm really him I'm really him yeah
I'm him
I'm really him I'm really him yeah
I'm him
I'm really him I'm really him yeah
I'm him
I'm really him I'm really him yeah
I'm really that Nigga
Stop playin wit me
Spin on yo block
And you dead to me
Blood Is My eyes
It's red I see
Yeah
Pleadin yo case
Is deaf to me
If I tatted my face
It would be tears for me
Been dead for a minute
Don't send for me
Yeah
Load up the choppa
And hit up the blocka
I thought I could change but I can't
These niggas be lying
These bitches be tryin
Like I ain't go hard in the paint
Pahranas can't live in a tank
Mistook my dog for a snake
I realize these people
Don't fuck wit me
Just try to see what
They can get from me
Yeah
Think it's a joke
Oh you tickle me
Shoot at ya head
Make ya tickle bleed
Comin in strong
I need ten a key yeah
Comin in what the riddle be
Yeah yeah
Catchin bodies like I'm project p
Yeah yeah uh
Young nigga Kickin in doors
Get on the floor
You know what this is
Don't get smoked
I won't choke
No
Let that bitch go
I will not fold
I cannot go
Blood on my hands
I been before
Chef on the road
Blurt
I got another clean up
You know what to do
Make it look like ain't nothin happen
The bands on the way
Tap in
Yeah
I'm really him
Murder she wrote
I am so cold
Letting it go
I tout the pole
Wherever I go
Dodgin the Po
Catching me slippin I will not go
Stay by my lone
These people be switchin
I know the code
I'm him
I'm really him I'm really him yeah
I'm him
I'm really him I'm really him yeah
I'm him
I'm really him I'm really him yeah
I'm him
I'm really him I'm really him yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Tyran Murrel
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