"Him" lyrics
Check the way I'm living
100k on pendants, out here flexing on you niggas
I found out they switched, and I ain't stressing, I ain't tripping
Seeing all this money, don't get blinded by these women
Wake up feeling different, wake up feeling blessed
Death before dishonor, got it tatted 'cross my chest
We was really all in it, ain't no stopping till it finish
Prolly took us for a joke, now you know my niggas really 'bout business
Judge looking for a sentence, lawyer paid dismiss it
It's a eye for a eye, I know Mommy still praying for a sinner
Who gon' cheer for a winner though? 'Member winter times wasn't with a coat
I was sleeping on the ground wrapped in the sheets, so you couldn't feel the floor
Now it's nights at the Dominick, thousand-dollar rooms with the thickest wool
Now it's thousand-dollar steaks every time we feast, every day a dinner though
Ask a nigga, "How you feeling, huh? How you feeling?"
Ask a nigga, "How you feeling, huh? How you feeling?"
Nigga, I'm really him, nigga, I'm really different
Bet you didn't think I'd make a million-dollar bail, but I really did it
Bet you they ain't think I'd make it out, wanna see me stuck in them trenches
Gossip on me when I'm failing
Quiet when they see me winning
Take a step in my shoes
Get the bag, you gotta move
Cocky, got a lot to prove, when the time come, I know they gon' choose
Use to moving all reckless, now a young nigga got a lot to lose now
Rich off tunes
Look at my jewels, I could act a fool nigga
Summertime on the block, I can keep it cool, but I'm moving hot
Heard I got a new bitch, got a few chains, ice on the watch
Every time I get mad, I'ma get money
Every time I feel a way, I be at the spot backing out hunnids
Tell 'em meet me at the bank
Fuck how you feel, fuck what you think
You're welcome, nigga, and I'on really need a thanks
I was on the court, stepping up my game, shout out coach
Taught me how to keep the focus when the pressure on, chin up, never fold
Started from a 8th, millions on a corner, that's the big bro
Taught me how to grow the money, older than the Pope, keep a clean nose
I'll be, I'll be scheming and shit
Up these millions, now these haters can't belive that I'm him
100k on pendants, out here flexing on you niggas
I found out they switched, and I ain't stressing, I ain't tripping
Seeing all this money, don't get blinded by these women
Wake up feeling different, wake up feeling blessed
Death before dishonor, got it tatted 'cross my chest
We was really all in it, ain't no stopping till it finish
Prolly took us for a joke, now you know my niggas really 'bout business
Judge looking for a sentence, lawyer paid dismiss it
It's a eye for a eye, I know Mommy still praying for a sinner
Who gon' cheer for a winner though? 'Member winter times wasn't with a coat
I was sleeping on the ground wrapped in the sheets, so you couldn't feel the floor
Now it's nights at the Dominick, thousand-dollar rooms with the thickest wool
Now it's thousand-dollar steaks every time we feast, every day a dinner though
Ask a nigga, "How you feeling, huh? How you feeling?"
Ask a nigga, "How you feeling, huh? How you feeling?"
Nigga, I'm really him, nigga, I'm really different
Bet you didn't think I'd make a million-dollar bail, but I really did it
Bet you they ain't think I'd make it out, wanna see me stuck in them trenches
Gossip on me when I'm failing
Quiet when they see me winning
Take a step in my shoes
Get the bag, you gotta move
Cocky, got a lot to prove, when the time come, I know they gon' choose
Use to moving all reckless, now a young nigga got a lot to lose now
Rich off tunes
Look at my jewels, I could act a fool nigga
Summertime on the block, I can keep it cool, but I'm moving hot
Heard I got a new bitch, got a few chains, ice on the watch
Every time I get mad, I'ma get money
Every time I feel a way, I be at the spot backing out hunnids
Tell 'em meet me at the bank
Fuck how you feel, fuck what you think
You're welcome, nigga, and I'on really need a thanks
I was on the court, stepping up my game, shout out coach
Taught me how to keep the focus when the pressure on, chin up, never fold
Started from a 8th, millions on a corner, that's the big bro
Taught me how to grow the money, older than the Pope, keep a clean nose
I'll be, I'll be scheming and shit
Up these millions, now these haters can't belive that I'm him
Writer(s): Tyler Bryant, Jeremy Soto, Karel Jorge, Luke Clay, Michael Kyle Williams, Roberto Rosado
