Laroo THH - I Am Your lyrics

[Verse 1] (I am your) Inspirator, money motivator The starter to your ignition, the engine and generator Hoe a** haters never got no place, they fall short They don't wanna listen to me and the robbery part (I am your) I'm concrete from ma head to ma f**in feet One of the solidest n***as that ever gon wanna meet (ugh) Pick your place or pick your drug of choices I can't explain how I feelin right now, I keep hearin voices (I am your) Affiliation to the real n***a, D-boys dance and ma neighbourhood Making my descent on the flight, I'm your night light When it come to hood sh** I'm your insight (look) (I am your) Star in the 4th quarter,back boy slapper with a bad b**h winning (winning) I'm you club investor line with a blow, quit playing shorty holla at a n***a though (I am Your) [Chorus] National d-boy, solo representer Hustle all summer, and grind all winter (x2) Never been a quitter, money motivator,real gouda getter Hustle all summer, and grind all winter (x2) [Verse 2] My money is jumbo, your money is frodo Hoes go below the belt, that's what I call a low blow What else, Matter a fact I got hoes like a bell (like a bell?) Cause I got stroke like Phelps, plus I smoke like Phelps (what else) Smokin on sativa wid a bad senorita, body like guida but her face is way prettier Hoes can't see her, even in their peripheral (I am your) Yeah guy with the steel wheel, tail on the star craft, foes on the back door Double shot a yag landocious, not a lambo coupe, 3 for the energizer (I am your) To the d**h I die wit this, real n***a from the grid, bread over s**er sh** Always in the f**in mix, fixture in the hollar games, sick wid it harder chain (I am Your) [Chorus] [Verse 3] All winter Soundtrack to your life, man outta mice Where a 12 year old k** you for stripes, not a price Where n***as die over dice and the fiends smoke pipes The dirty, the dusty, the musty beany wearing types, yea (I am your) Play where the girls walk, powered by the slick talk mirrored like a mohawk Flashy, push like a bullet train I'm a wreck the boy man, fire up the best strain The pitter patter and chitter chatter don't matter When the clapper get to closing, the clatter them have to scatter I used to call an tell em rippers it's a rap Now come slippers, slide in No strings attached, them n***as ESPN, never in the game (I am your) They just talkin [Chorus] [Outro] I am your I am your