There He Is

There he is
There he is
There he is
See me riding round, i had to carry it
Never bow down, shout out to Harriet
Pull up to the party, like there he is
There he is
There he is
There he is
Riding round town, i had to carry it
Fuck all the Designer, i need my Amiri Kid
Pull up with a city girl, point blank period
Make another hit song, they getting delirious
Take another hit of the bong, getting furious
Yung balla, how much money you getting?
I'm curious
Enough to make another hit song
Back to back hits, call it ping-pong
Got them stacks, rich, i'mma prolong
In my bag bitch, money withdrawn
All them drugs bitch, i am far gone

But i'm still young and old baller
Ballin' since i was a little jit
Yeah, i was real legit
Feeling good taking fan pics
Demons in my head i had to manage
Like i was blind, yeah you hand it to me
Nothing in this world is free, capiche?
All them long nights, i ain't have nun to eat
Made it out the storm, now we having a feast
Didn't wanna manage that myself
Put the team on the back, fuck a Louis belt
With all the pain i really felt
L after L, back to back
Look, Look where i'm at
Facts, now all i gotta do is rap
Pat, yeah they patting my back

Congrats, that's what they all say now
Switch my flow, and i'm changing my style
Run a mile in these shoes, you ain't making it out
There he is
There he is
There he is
See me riding round, i had to carry it
Never bow down, shout out to Harriet
Pull up to the party, like there he is
There he is
There he is
There he is
Riding round town, i had to carry it
Fuck all the Designer, i need my Amiris Kid
Pull up with a city girl, point blank period



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Hady
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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