I'M HIM

All black fit like I preach my sins If you woke up rich, then I guess we're twins The roof's on fire, but the world still spins For the next best thing, and I guess I'm him (wait, what?) Yes, I said I am him I got all of my haters a small violin I'm under their skin I keep rackin' up wins, watch me do it again I'm the story of the year, at least that's how they gon' spin it But I been buzzin' for a decade, I don't need 15 minutes And you might ask around about me and get nothin' but crickets 'Cause I make is silent, but I'm finally finished I need another round, don't give me the runaround I don't do no high-fives, if you never hung around I hope you got nine lives? If I ever swung around You my reputation, fits, I know you dug around, yeah Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na I'ma take your place Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Sorry for the wait All black fit like I preach my sins If you woke up rich, then I guess we're twins The roof's on fire, but the world still spins For the next best thing, and I guess I'm him (wait, what?) Yes, I said I am him I got all of my haters a small violin I'm under their skin I keep rackin' up wins, watch me do it again (It's the motherfuckin' cone gang) Comin' through the front and they afraid So they escape through the exit I take the favorites you mess with and do what they do but best it I got immaculate swagger and it got my haters affected Been havin' problems with the law, bitch, I was late to this session Runnin' through the fields, too swift, villain with my scorn Runnin' through the hills, blue strip bills when I perform Same old baggy hoodie on me but this one costed more Bangin' on 'em–bum, bum, bum–unlock your door (bitch) All black, fitted up, body bag, zip it up Autograph titties but contracts, rip 'em up Bloodthirsty, I'ma need a tall glass, sippin' cup Unworthy heads, push 'em all back, gettin' buck All black fit like I preach my sins If you woke up rich, then I guess we're twins The roof's on fire, but the world still spins For the next best thing, and I guess I'm him (wait, what?) Yes, I said I am him I got all of my haters a small violin I'm under their skin I keep rackin' up wins, watch me do it again