All this talk about that and this, I don′t got no plan
When you him - you just get it in, settle shit like man
Throwin' hands, all this fake flexin′ - you is just a sham
Fake shoes, and some fake necklace - shoulda stuck to vans
I'm a god, I'm a juggernaut, watch when I advance
Y′all be flexing y′all advance, off the muscle we make bands
Brodie got talk, he ain't got walk, you gon′ die just where you stand
Said he want smoke, said he want za, now he chalk, god damn
F**k when I talk, she on my c**k, watch how I walk, god damn
Two hands on me - f**k a Glock, you gettin' popped, god damn
Thought I was goofy, throwin′ hands laughing
They thought I was Luffy, thought he would catch me
He got me cackling
Blood, gore, violence - that shit amuse me
Stepping to us - gang, what is you provin
Shit getting screwy, you rappers Stewie
Y′all talk like groupies, what is you doing
Got hands like Broly - I beat 'em profusely
I'm off the za punching in no loose leaf
Dps like: "bro, bro, slow down
I′m like: Nah, brother, I′m zooming
Can't let no other man outdo me
If he yujiro
Then I′m yu-gi-oh
Either way
You finna fold off movement
Card get pulled - he pulling some foo shit
Full clip, two clip, shit what it do, pay dues
You stupid, we made a movement
All this conversation talking 'bout the greatest - I am him
I feel disrespected, only thing accepting is a ten
I been sitting at the top, and I ain′t seen another since
So why you talking 'bout the pinnacle when you ain′t ever been
I am him, I am him
I am him
Man, f**k that talk
We getting in
We beatin' him bloody
I always win
I am him, I am him
I am him, I am him
It been about that, ain't been about this
You got a problem we throwin them fists, yeah
B**h, what the f**k you on
You should know that it is over when they cutting on this song
Too hot, too hot, b**h, you better cuff the tongs
808′s they get to moving and the dumpies out the thongs
Yujiro hanma - b**h, I been a boss
I'm the opposite of sol - never loss
I been handling the rock, try to pray - you get crossed
See you try to serve these dry ass songs where the sauce
Turn it on - every time I′m in this jawn
This that fight music - why I need a snare pop a jaw
I'm too busy doing work, cheerleaders wanna jaw
All that rah rah rah - you ain′t scaring me at all
Try to flex a pedigree, you send a resume - I'll tear the sheet
I′ll get to airing out, and I ain't needing any weaponry
King of the hill - all my hitters call me beverly
They ask me what's my body count - I simply tell ′em every
Every single hit is money - got that scent of evergreen
I put a fourty in between - there twenty twenty, let ′em see
Demon back, so even from behind me see the enemy
A monster, when it go down - they feel a different energy
Ain't nobody out here that can damage me
I′ll chop you into pieces, then I'll beat your body separately
Eat your ass up, I don′t have the time for second beef
Your body is a temple, well, I'm spilling all your grenadine
All this conversation talking ′bout the greatest - I am him
I feel disrespected, only thing accepting is a ten
I been sitting at the top, and I ain't seen another since
So why you talking 'bout the pinnacle when you ain′t ever been
I am him, I am him
I am him
Man, f**k that talk
We getting in
We beatin′ him bloody
I always win
I am him, I am him
I am him, I am him
It been about that, ain't been about this
You got a problem - we throwin′ them fists, yeah
