"Really Him" lyrics

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I had to got up off my ass, I ain't lazy
I prayed to God when the devil tried to take me
I tell myself every day that I ain't crazy
The chef gon' bring out my meal when it's ready
I'ma shoot you if I got it, don't test me
I've been debating on a yacht or a Prezzi
Didn't try to fuck, but if I wanted, she'd let me
Glock up on my shooter, hit your gold teeth
Paid some money for the sneakers that's on my feet
You can try, won't be another like me
She gon' do what I want, 'cause she like me
Made so much off these cars and a [?]
They're like, "Are you poured up?" Bitch, I might be
These niggas copy everything, it just bite me
Married to the drink, Wockhardt my wifey
I done hit so many states in a white tee
Call my nigga Manewie, shoot with his .11
I done woke up to a tree, and there were no presents
10k on your head, boy, that's just like [?]
Bad bitch on my arm, turn me to a minute man
I know some niggas on the wave with them milligrams
If I put the word in, you can't get rid of them
Had to show my old bitch that I'm really him
And I don't want no old hoes, I got rid of them
Call my nigga Manewie, shoot with his .11
I done woke up to a tree, and there were no presents
10k on your head, boy, that's just like [?]
Bad bitch on my arm, turn me to a minute man
I know some niggas on the wave with them milligrams
If I put the word in, you can't get rid of them
Had to show my old bitch that I'm really him
And I don't want no old hoes, I got rid of them