Him

歌詞

Check the way I'm living 100k on pendants, out here flexing on you niggas I found out they switched, and I ain't stressing, I ain't tripping Seeing all this money, don't get blinded by these women Wake up feeling different, wake up feeling blessed Death before dishonor, got it tatted 'cross my chest We was really all in it, ain't no stopping till it finish Prolly took us for a joke, now you know my niggas really 'bout business Judge looking for a sentence, lawyer paid dismiss it It's a eye for a eye, I know Mommy still praying for a sinner Who gon' cheer for a winner though? 'Member winter times wasn't with a coat I was sleeping on the ground wrapped in the sheets, so you couldn't feel the floor Now it's nights at the Dominick, thousand-dollar rooms with the thickest wool Now it's thousand-dollar steaks every time we feast, every day a dinner though Ask a nigga, "How you feeling, huh? How you feeling?" Ask a nigga, "How you feeling, huh? How you feeling?" Nigga, I'm really him, nigga, I'm really different Bet you didn't think I'd make a million-dollar bail, but I really did it Bet you they ain't think I'd make it out, wanna see me stuck in them trenches Gossip on me when I'm failing Quiet when they see me winning Take a step in my shoes Get the bag, you gotta move Cocky, got a lot to prove, when the time come, I know they gon' choose Use to moving all reckless, now a young nigga got a lot to lose now Rich off tunes Look at my jewels, I could act a fool nigga Summertime on the block, I can keep it cool, but I'm moving hot Heard I got a new bitch, got a few chains, ice on the watch Every time I get mad, I'ma get money Every time I feel a way, I be at the spot backing out hunnids Tell 'em meet me at the bank Fuck how you feel, fuck what you think You're welcome, nigga, and I'on really need a thanks I was on the court, stepping up my game, shout out coach Taught me how to keep the focus when the pressure on, chin up, never fold Started from a 8th, millions on a corner, that's the big bro Taught me how to grow the money, older than the Pope, keep a clean nose I'll be, I'll be scheming and shit Up these millions, now these haters can't belive that I'm him