Hiiim

Had so many losses, now I'm going for the win
Can't count how many times I used to take it to the chin
We the five percent, I can't switch up on my twin
We hop out, "Who is them?"
We tell 'em all, "Bitch I'm him"

Do your thing, baby, no pillow talkin' bout that money, huh
We peep the fake, when even family actin' funny now
Bad bitches on me, wrist look like a trophy
Humble as can get still politicin' with the dope fiends
Pops goes to sleep next to a Draco
My youngins don't make moves without a say so
Do your thing, baby
Cop yourself a Benz, gualla talk
Tell them lookin' ass niggas, don't be stingy, throw your salt

Yeah, sprained the ankles off a Heely tricks, so look at us now
Man of my people breakin' bread and fish to find common ground
Fortified my hood with Helly coats and 993s, planted the seeds, survival skills run through my family tree
Your honor, please, yeah, I spill my heart out for you, spent around four times we sideswiped my mothers Toyota
Yeah, I'm bout it shawty if she ain't fuckin' I can't spend a night
Quadruple on a future price, cause I'm him
I'm really him

Had so many losses, now I'm going for the win
Can't count how many times I used to take it to the chin
We the five percent, I can't switch up on my twin
We hop out, "Who is them?"
We tell 'em all, "Bitch I'm him"

Do your thing, baby, no pillow talkin' bout that money, huh
We peep the fake, when even family actin' funny now
Bad bitches on me, wrist look like a trophy
Humble as can get still politicin' with the dope fiends
Pops goes to sleep next to a Draco
My youngins don't make moves without a say so
Do your thing, baby
Cop yourself a Benz, gualla talk
Tell them lookin' ass niggas, don't be stingy, throw your salt



Credits
Writer(s): Ellis Taylor Iii
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