I'm Him

Houston, I got you on my back forever Uh, where the drink? 'Cause I need it (I need it) Where the good smoke? 'Cause I'm fiendin' (I'm fiendin') I need a glock and a bad bitch to swallow my semen Like ASAP, hit Patron, spend a light dime 'Cause you know I get fresher than some Ajax I just text this hoe to pull up She talkin' 'bout she busy, I swear I be hatin' that But it's on to the next If it's smoke, then say what's on your chest Get a tec and spray 'til it's a mess Go drop a bag on his and you know the rest And niggas change when they leave that nest (they do) Forget everything that you taught 'em (they uh) I bossed up and my niggas got awkward Even family members gettin' sour Even ex-bitches tryna spin a block If I say I love you, then we really locked If you fucked up, then I'm lookin' out That ain't your brother if he won't put you on some guap Nigga, I'm rich as hell (I'm rich) I give a fuck about bein' no artist, that's hot I do this shit for my people that can't I am the nigga they rappin' about Him, I'm him, yeah, I'm him, yeah I'm him, yeah, I'm him (splash) I'm him, oh, I'm him, oh, I'm him (real life) I'm him, yeah Forgies on the Maybach and I'm ridin' dirty, nigga, we slidin' Enzo moved out the city, nigga, stop lyin', I ain't hidin' Rappers callin' niggas big bros, they don't know them niggas Niggas buyin' new Rick boots for they videos, still owein' niggas Niggas started wearin' purses way before the nails I been seein' the hoe in niggas Came up in the rap game pimpin' on a bitch And my whole flow is different New Nintendo, couple switches, I'm from H-Town, but my hoe Pacific I threw swangas on the Maybach Had to pop trunk, reading' hieroglyphics Last nigga dissed me in the city, got shot when he was eatin' chicken I don't even know what happened All I can say is that old boy was trippin' Skurr, Splash off in a Bentley, got two of 'em, ain't nothin' rentin' Walk ain't never shot a movie But I'm havin' acting-money, Sauce Mel Gibson My bitch old, call her Morris Simpson Got blue hair, this a fox pimpin' Ten Black & Pink cars in a single line, all got Glocks in 'em Leavin' tears of joy on my new denim I'm him, I'm him, I'm him, I'm him I'm him, I'm him, I'm him, I'm him, yeah I could teach you somethin', boy You listen to these songs I could really teach you somethin', boy