I'M! (x8)
[Verse 1]
See I'm that n***a that's, fixin' to do my dirt under the sun
I been hustlin' since the morning become
I keep a couple of rocks under my tongue
Watch out here come the cop, might notta stand still where you chill
Run to no automobile cause it can k**
My destination can feed my home purpose
I'm vibrating' on the down low in the first place
You want me show me the money you gonna be payin'
Pop ya a** up out of the van and take these rocks up out my hand
Cause I don't trust ya and I ain't tryin'
Hold up n***a, I don't know ya gotta reach out at the same time
You want some, come get some
Tyson's on the drum and I'MMMMM!
I'M! (x16)
[Verse 2]
Ya livin', in livin' up in my people's rentin'
Windows tinted, n***a from a couple houses down
Get Skinny, bump it to last amount of spittin'
It's senseless how them dudes be smokin' that sh**
Gettin' roped in that sh**, jump in this sh**
I got to flippin' on n***a, you want some more of that sh**
Live in that click where n***as do what they gotta do
Blast em' with burnable f** em' and watch em' f** you
n***a be livin' that life, playin the role of a gangsta
But them n***as ain't gangstas
b**h you gotta be big enough to think about bein' a f**in gangsta
Most of them n***as be comin' real
Bring it to ya blood field but that n***a got k**ed
That's how it be's on that rough side
The tough die, the strong die
f** with the wrong n***as on with the wrong chrome
Check the wrong sh**, walk the wrong zone
n***a you good as dead and gone (Problem serious)
n***a don't hear me that's how we livin' till the saga stops
Every n***a and his mom gotta Glock on my block
n***as push rocks and dodge cops till they pissed and tired
n***a, you livin' by the gun
Y'all need to handle y'all f**in' business cause I'M!
I'M! (x8)
[Verse 3]
Don't sell it, Arm & Hammer got my rocks swellin'
Laws is yellin, prosecutors yellin'
I'mma Glock ya spot, ya head pop like a f**in' melon
Do my thing destiny I'm a felon
But I ain't just a young, black n***a rebellin'
Breath by breath, step by step, day by day
Playin' this game of d**h
My n***a remind ya of manslaughter
n***as slangin' quarters
Georgia, Cali, to New Orleans rollin'
I'm in the pen, pumpin' that iron until I'm swole up
Grits and cheese made me bigger
Now I'm just a lil' bit harder than that next n***a
The first one up to run up
That n***a there gon' get done up
When I put that f**in' gun up
They told ya, ya hip bone gone gone
That lil' roam don't live long, pop me to stop it
co*k block me, you b**hes can't drop me
Hoes gon' still jock me
Got me now the n***as mock me
I seen Scarface twice now I'm a f**in' carbon copy
Missing on society
And insane probably cause I'm full of animosity
I'm kind of like at all
I might huff and puff and blow ya f**in' hat off
Tear it off, swear it off
Now get the 411 to 911 to Red Cross
My moaning make me lead
Ten steps to feel these
Got me co*ked these
Swingin' like Conan
Wanted from no man with boo-koo ho fans
Talk more garbage, funk, filth, sh**, trash, and lies
Rhymes so funky they draw flies
If I rock one up, shock one up
It simple enough to be did
But your sh** terror rig
Change your big
n***as be sayin big
Pa** the fig, don't give me no f**in' pig
I don't choose no swine
But eat Popeye's chicken and eat watermelon to the f**in' rind
Feel the grip of this black chrome
That don't f**in' rhyme, n***a get ya back broke
f**in' with them black folks
I'm (x5) with DJ scratching in background