Im Him
I do this shit everyday like a job
I do this
I do this shit everyday like a job
I do this shit everyday like a job
Imma fiend for the music a masochist
Niggas be hatin like I ain't the one at the top
Kinda feel like it's blasphemous
Sit at the table wit prophets they call me a god
That's the reason they havin us
My nigga you cushion you soft and u
Stuck at the bottom
No mention like Lazarus
I been the reason U got where u got
And if not for the gang u wouldn't have shit
Who do you really think that you be foolin
The people they see that you cap shit
You wouldn't be poppin without me my nigga
I show up n show out the advent
Just wait till you see me when I'm on yo tv
You watchin a god as I cash in
I got the juice n u don't
I do the shit that u wont
What's this new whoop that u on
I'll ring yo shit like a phone
Look at me boy u a clone
Retarded I drip on my own
I be so high not a drone
Fuck dat lil bitch den I'm gone
Bitch imma go
Ape shit kuz I hate tricks n y'all
Pussy niggas on snake shit
Fake bitch on that lame shit
Till I pop off n I break shit
Cake shit kuz you sweet as hell
N yeen bout that it's just film
Murder game n I mean that
For yo future shit get grim
I'm him
I do this
I do this shit everyday like a job
I do this shit everyday like a job
Imma fiend for the music a masochist
Niggas be hatin like I ain't the one at the top
Kinda feel like it's blasphemous
Sit at the table wit prophets they call me a god
That's the reason they havin us
My nigga you cushion you soft and u
Stuck at the bottom
No mention like Lazarus
I been the reason U got where u got
And if not for the gang u wouldn't have shit
Who do you really think that you be foolin
The people they see that you cap shit
You wouldn't be poppin without me my nigga
I show up n show out the advent
Just wait till you see me when I'm on yo tv
You watchin a god as I cash in
I got the juice n u don't
I do the shit that u wont
What's this new whoop that u on
I'll ring yo shit like a phone
Look at me boy u a clone
Retarded I drip on my own
I be so high not a drone
Fuck dat lil bitch den I'm gone
Bitch imma go
Ape shit kuz I hate tricks n y'all
Pussy niggas on snake shit
Fake bitch on that lame shit
Till I pop off n I break shit
Cake shit kuz you sweet as hell
N yeen bout that it's just film
Murder game n I mean that
For yo future shit get grim
I'm him
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Writer(s): Alex Errday, Cassadarius Smith
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