Dame D.O.L.L.A. - Him Duncan lyrics

[Intro] I'm really him, ni**a (I'm really him, ni**a, I'm really him, ni**a) [Verse] Uh, might be some ni**as who name bigger Doubt you'll find another who this dirty with Dame figures, my name trigger Can't you know that they fraudulent, feel they bein' audited Got time for opinions or any arguments I talk big, then my steps follow Eyes on me when I walk in, you flex bottles Rolex borrowed, cars leased I know the plugs, I got far reach, mm I departed the slums, so I'm part Beach The people give you the title that makе it certified Got the fans еngaged, then the haters wanna deter the bribe All on the tip, ni**as lucky I'm circumcised Keep my people close so it's wrong when I feel them serpent vibes Uh, whips and the cars, I done kicked it with stars Played the hand I was dealt, I'ma stick to the cards The mission evolved, the devil mind, don't pickin' me off I beat the odds, now I'm killin' him soft ni**a, I'm really a boss Keep my composure, be damned if I let 'em see me sweat Ten toes, I'm forever rested, feet to the deck I die by the principle peace and respect Know I'm him soon as you witness the beast in the flesh The paparazzi ain't gotta spot me, I'm not a jockey But I pull up on horses inside a Maserati My potential rooftop and only I can stop me Told 'em I ain't have a ceiling back when I was in lobbies They know I'm him, but the narrative point other directions They buy the hype, but I'm they type, I was born from rejection By the lesson, I lessen, the though of me is less then These ni**as goofies, try to write what they do with the left hand I be conscious of all the sh*t I choose to invest in Mistake me for the muscle, how I protect my investments You my brother or another, y'all loose with the best friend You the same one that put some bread ahead of they bredren You can spot me in Porsches, Bentleys, my Lamb' gorgeous Let you pick behind my gate, you probably stay in fortress They don't want you to learn about me, these banned courses In the booth and hardwood, they tryna fan torches He's not a star, what's he done? He's not the one He can't stare into the sun or drop fifty when he's drunk, nah He say the real, he's not a punk, if sh*t stinks, he's not a skunk Irritates me when it's spunk, still swims, hasn't sunk Got these ni**as mad, really do the math fu*k around and find out that I'm givin' you the path Really from the Ave, really from the gutter Most y'all idols got some cash But ni**as really su*kers on my mother, though But peace and love, my only use of a drug I never pass judgment, I share tears with some thugs Had some friends that was posin', pretendin' that we was bruhs And that won't be the last time it wasn't what it was, love [Outro] I'm really him, ni**a