I'm Him (feat. Pharaoh Da Don)
Breathe, release, let go, then move on
Breathe, release, let go, then move on
Breathe, release, let go, then move on
Breathe, release, let go, then move on
Ooh, I think they like me
Balling in my Amin
I've been doing nice things
That's why they all on me
I've been to one in VIP
I know the owner, I don't need ID
I'm stepping on neck in this industry
Just ask around
They know who I be
I'm him
Yeah nigga, I'm him
I'm him
Yeah nigga, I'm him
These rappers are ridiculous
They rap about the same old shit
They all got Dracos F and N's
They're sharing the same clothes and the whips
They want the same hoes and the trips
They do it big, but they ain't Chris
I've been doing this, I ain't new to this
I been screwing chicks by the twos and shit
I never fuck the same hoes
I change them like I change clothes
Party in different country codes
Backpack full of bank rolls
They still DM and it's been years
When's the next time you getting here?
You said you running shit, but you're like a treadmill
You might be moving, but you're at a standstill
Oh, I've been locked in load
Since I've been on the road way across the globe
Oh, I've been fucking hoes throwing paper at them like it's all parole
I got a Ziploc with all condoms in it
'Cause I really be fucking all kinds of women
I've been doing this shit since Obama was in it
Now I'm showing my age, but I know you get it
Breathe, release, let go, then move on
Breathe, release, let go, then move on
Breathe, release, let go, then move on
Breathe, release, let go, then move on (Clay-Lo-Beats)
Ooh, I think they like me
Balling in my Amin
I've been doing nice things
That's why they all on me
Ooh, I think they like me
Balling in my Amin
I've been doing nice things
That's why they all on me
I've been to one in VIP
I know the owner, I don't need ID
I'm stepping on neck in this industry
Just ask around
They know who I'd be
I'm him
Yeah nigga, I'm him
I'm him
Yeah nigga, I'm him
I'm that nigga with the one hand, came from the snow land
'Bout to get this money, brother came up with big plan
Amin is the cloth and, we back up in this bitch again
Steady being busy, so the darkness can't get over me
Move like a salesman, flowing with the currency
Been the one in VIP, I walk in don't need ID
Took a couple years man, patience and consistence
Life is a movie, making cuts like Spike Lee
Closer to the finish line, circle got smaller
Fucking with the Kru, like going to the slaughter
We'll make bitch outta you, or make you grind more harder
Can't always be the hero, sometimes you gotta be the monster
This might be my first time, but I ain't a grasshopper
She claim she ain't a freak, then I know she a bopper!
What I'm saying is see the real, so you stay in top
Would rather the man at the bottom or on the mountaintop
And I told you from the beginning bitch, my heart's on froze
So I'm repping the box 'til the day that I go
Just check out caddy, you can see all of the growth
Been a good minute, Popeyes driving the boat
Told my old bitch, I had it on Kru's Control
We running to the money, all we see is pots of gold
Coming in the game, nigga you gotta be bold
Ever since I young man, I know that I was chose
Breathe, release, let go, then move on
Breathe, release, let go, then move on
Breathe, release, let go, then move on
Ooh, I think they like me
Balling in my Amin
I've been doing nice things
That's why they all on me
I've been to one in VIP
I know the owner, I don't need ID
I'm stepping on neck in this industry
Just ask around
They know who I be
I'm him
Yeah nigga, I'm him
I'm him
Yeah nigga, I'm him
These rappers are ridiculous
They rap about the same old shit
They all got Dracos F and N's
They're sharing the same clothes and the whips
They want the same hoes and the trips
They do it big, but they ain't Chris
I've been doing this, I ain't new to this
I been screwing chicks by the twos and shit
I never fuck the same hoes
I change them like I change clothes
Party in different country codes
Backpack full of bank rolls
They still DM and it's been years
When's the next time you getting here?
You said you running shit, but you're like a treadmill
You might be moving, but you're at a standstill
Oh, I've been locked in load
Since I've been on the road way across the globe
Oh, I've been fucking hoes throwing paper at them like it's all parole
I got a Ziploc with all condoms in it
'Cause I really be fucking all kinds of women
I've been doing this shit since Obama was in it
Now I'm showing my age, but I know you get it
Breathe, release, let go, then move on
Breathe, release, let go, then move on
Breathe, release, let go, then move on
Breathe, release, let go, then move on (Clay-Lo-Beats)
Ooh, I think they like me
Balling in my Amin
I've been doing nice things
That's why they all on me
Ooh, I think they like me
Balling in my Amin
I've been doing nice things
That's why they all on me
I've been to one in VIP
I know the owner, I don't need ID
I'm stepping on neck in this industry
Just ask around
They know who I'd be
I'm him
Yeah nigga, I'm him
I'm him
Yeah nigga, I'm him
I'm that nigga with the one hand, came from the snow land
'Bout to get this money, brother came up with big plan
Amin is the cloth and, we back up in this bitch again
Steady being busy, so the darkness can't get over me
Move like a salesman, flowing with the currency
Been the one in VIP, I walk in don't need ID
Took a couple years man, patience and consistence
Life is a movie, making cuts like Spike Lee
Closer to the finish line, circle got smaller
Fucking with the Kru, like going to the slaughter
We'll make bitch outta you, or make you grind more harder
Can't always be the hero, sometimes you gotta be the monster
This might be my first time, but I ain't a grasshopper
She claim she ain't a freak, then I know she a bopper!
What I'm saying is see the real, so you stay in top
Would rather the man at the bottom or on the mountaintop
And I told you from the beginning bitch, my heart's on froze
So I'm repping the box 'til the day that I go
Just check out caddy, you can see all of the growth
Been a good minute, Popeyes driving the boat
Told my old bitch, I had it on Kru's Control
We running to the money, all we see is pots of gold
Coming in the game, nigga you gotta be bold
Ever since I young man, I know that I was chose
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Writer(s): Dave Rice
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