"I Might Be" lyrics

LaRussell & Wiz Khalifa Lyrics

"I Might Be"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
With the same gang
With the same gang
I'm always with the same gang
I'm always with the same gang
I'm always with the same gang
I'm always with the same gang
I don't want the beat if it ain't Mike G

And now I don't even want the bitch if she don't like weed
I drop the top on a warm day with a nice breeze
I roll up a fat J, that's a tight squeeze
I've been doing the same thing since I was 19
A young nigga, big chain and a white tee
I always did my own thing so they don't like me
Am I really a boss? Hell yeah, I might be
Am I really a boss? Hell yeah, I might be

I see another million dollars, that's a light week
I make a movie all I need is the right beat
I take a girl out the country let her sight-see
You got all your dogs with you 'cause your flight cheap
I got all my dogs with me, yeah this side deep
When you this real you ain't gotta worry 'bout streams
When you a OG, you try to build the team
Don't throw it in their face, get it behind the scenes
I fell asleep on a jet that's a billion-dollar dream
Kicking it with my two kids that's a picture-perfect evening
Wake up and get to work I don't even need a reason
Start up another business got me looking like a genius

My car go fast I don't need the keys and
She gon' give the whole thing up, she ain't teasing
Told them I was gon' do it but damn they ain't believe him
Now I got cribs for every season

And now I don't even want the bitch if she don't like weed
I drop the top on a warm day with a nice breeze
I roll up a fat J, that's a tight squeeze
I've been doing the same thing since I was 19
A young nigga, big chain and a white tee
I always did my own thing so they don't like me
Am I really a boss? Hell yeah, I might be
Am I really a boss? Hell yeah, I might be

[LaRussell:]
Remember all I ever wanted was a hundred bands?
Been hustling since Raj made "Running Man"
I'm spreading love, I ain't walking 'round with gun in hand
I'm tryna drop my daughter off and make a hundred bands
I give this life what I can let go what I can't
This a fresh coat, blow on the paint
I make a band, do my dance, do it for Saint
How I get this far indie? Did what they can't

It's not too many feelings better than filling the bank
If niggas had to fill my shoes they probably faint
I give thanks to the Lord, He blessing me heavy
All I wanted was some hoes and a box Chevy
I guess the goals that I set was smaller than me
I was a leader 'fore I had niggas following me
They like to end their night, they follow a G
Send and reflect on my life as I swallow my tea

Remember all I ever wanted was a hundred bands?
Been hustling since Raj made "Running Man"
I'm spreading love, I ain't walking 'round with gun in hand
I'm tryna drop my daughter off and make a hundred bands
I give this life what I can let go what I can't
This a fresh coat, blow on the paint
I make a band, do my dance, do it for Saint
How I get this far indie? Did what they can't

Huh?
10 steps ahead of these niggas
Yeah that's why they fuck with me instead of these niggas


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