I’m(Explicit)

2026-08-09 阅读量：314 歌手：Mystikal

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

See I'm that ni**a 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 a** 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 ni**a, 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'm

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

Ya livin', in livin' up in my people's rentin'

Windows tinted, ni**a from a couple houses down

Get Skinny, bump it to last amount of spittin'

It's senseless how them dudes be smokin' that sh*t

Gettin' roped in that sh*t, jump in this sh*t

I got to flippin' on ni**a, you want some more of that sh*t

Live in that click where niggas do what they gotta do

Blast 'em with burnable f**k 'em and watch 'em f**k you

Ni**a be livin' that life, playin the role of a gangsta

But them niggas ain't gangstas

B**ch you gotta be big enough

To think about bein' a f**kin gangsta

Most of them niggas be comin' real

Bring it to ya blood field but that ni**a got killed

That's how it be's on that rough side

The tough die, the strong die

F**k with the wrong niggas on with the wrong chrome

Check the wrong sh*t, walk the wrong zone

Ni**a you good as dead and gone

(Problem serious)

Ni**a don't hear me that's how we livin' till the saga stops

Every ni**a and his mom gotta glock on my block

Niggas push rocks and dodge cops till they pissed and tired

Ni**a, you livin' by the gun

Y'all need to handle y'all f**kin' business 'cause I'm

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

Don't sell it, arm and hammer got my rocks swellin'

Laws is yellin', prosecutors yellin'

I'ma glock ya spot, ya head pop like a f**kin' melon

Do my thing destiny I'm a felon

But I ain't just a young, black ni**a rebellin'

Breath by breath, step by step, day by day

Playin' this game of death

My ni**a 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 ni**a

The first one up to run up

That ni**a there gon' get done up

When I put that f**kin' 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 b**ches can't drop me

Hoes gon' still jock me

Got me now the niggas mock me

I seen Scarface twice now I'm a f**kin' 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 f**kin' 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, sh*t, 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 sh*t terror rig, change your big

Niggas be sayin' big

Pass the fig, don't give me no f**kin' pig

I don't choose no swine but eat Popeye's chicken

And eat watermelon to the f**kin' rind

Feel the grip of this black chrome

That don't f**kin' rhyme, ni**a get ya back broke

F**kin' with them black folks

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm