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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
Writer(s): Ellis Taylor Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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