Текст, перевод и аккорды “I'm”
- I'M! (x8) [Verse 1] See I'm that nigga that's, fixin' to do my dirt under the sun I been hustlin' since the morning become I keep a couple of rocks under my tongue Watch out here come the cop, might notta stand still where you chill Run to no automobile cause it can kill My destination can feed my home purpose I'm vibrating' on the down low in the first place You want me show me the money you gonna be payin' Pop ya ass up out of the van and take these rocks up out my hand Cause I don't trust ya and I ain't tryin' Hold up nigga, I don't know ya gotta reach out at the same time You want some, come get some Tyson's on the drum and I'MMMMM! I'M! (x16) [Verse 2] Ya livin', in livin' up in my people's rentin' Windows tinted, nigga from a couple houses down Get Skinny, bump it to last amount of spittin' It's senseless how them dudes be smokin' that shit Gettin' roped in that shit, jump in this shit I got to flippin' on nigga, you want some more of that shit Live in that click where niggas do what they gotta do Blast em' with burnable fuck em' and watch em' fuck you Nigga be livin' that life, playin the role of a gangsta But them niggas ain't gangstas Bitch you gotta be big enough to think about bein' a fuckin gangsta Most of them niggas be comin' real Bring it to ya blood field but that nigga got killed That's how it be's on that rough side The tough die, the strong die Fuck with the wrong niggas on with the wrong chrome Check the wrong shit, walk the wrong zone Nigga you good as dead and gone (Problem serious) Nigga don't hear me that's how we livin' till the saga stops Every nigga and his mom gotta glock on my block Niggas push rocks and dodge cops till they pissed and tired Nigga, you livin' by the gun Y'all need to handle y'all fuckin' business cause I'M! I'M! (x8) [Verse 3] Don't sell it, Arm & Hammer got my rocks swellin' Laws is yellin, prosecutors yellin' I'ma glock ya spot, ya head pop like a fuckin' melon Do my thing destiny I'm a felon But I ain't just a young, black nigga rebellin' Breath by breath, step by step, day by day Playin' this game of death My nigga remind ya of manslaughter Niggas slangin' quarters Georgia, Cali, to New Orleans rollin' I'm in the pen, pumpin' that iron until I'm swole up Grits and cheese made me bigger Now I'm just a lil' bit harder than that next nigga The first one up to run up That nigga there gon' get done up When I put that fuckin' gun up They told ya, ya hip bone gone gone That lil' roam don't live long, pop me to stop it Cock block me, you bitches can't drop me Hoes gon' still jock me Got me now the niggas mock me I seen Scarface twice now I'm a fuckin' carbon copy Missing on society And insane probably cause I'm full of animosity I'm kind of like at all I might huff and puff and blow ya fuckin' hat off Tear it off, swear it off Now get the 411 to 911 to Red Cross My moaning make me lead Ten steps to feel these Got me cocked these Swingin' like Conan Wanted from no man with boo-koo ho fans Talk more garbage, funk, filth, shit, trash, and lies Rhymes so funky they draw flies If I rock one up, shock one up It simple enough to be did But your shit terror rig Change your big Niggas be sayin big Pass the fig, don't give me no fuckin' pig I don't choose no swine But eat Popeye's chicken and eat watermelon to the fuckin' rind Feel the grip of this black chrome That don't fuckin' rhyme, nigga get ya back broke Fuckin' with them black folks I'M (x5) with DJ scratching in background
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