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I Am (Explicit) - Rod Wave
Composed by：Rodarius Green/Matthew Taylor/Tahj Vaughn/Jaterrian Hudson/Mick Steinbach/Matvey Lokotetskiy/David Manuele
Produced by：klutchfrenchie/Tahj Money/TrellGato/MST/Znayshi/Travis Harrington
You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie
Who dat Trell?
Uh ayy why the business sell?
Why the business sell?
Got a two-hundred box of purple
'Nother hundred coming
Got a hundred box of green
Going to the country
Told five come get the truck
And you don't owe me nothing
Don't let these niggas kill 'bout they dirty money
Don't let these nigga's kill you 'bout no fucking chains
These people they do anything for the fame
These people they put anything on my name
But it's okay
Yeah it's okay
'Cause I am
A motherfuckin' bottom boy survivor
And this is
That real shit that raw shit they ride to
And I am
The chosen one the only one they bankin' on
Then this is
That real shit that raw shit they waiting on
And if your glass want you
Uh they waiting on
Uh uh uh uh uh
And if your glass want you
Waiting on they waiting on they waiting on
Damn flip Dog I miss ya
Nigga time flies
I gotta keep myself busy to keep it off my mind
I got a temper like my daddy
You could say it's true
But you know that I got that Godfather shit from you
Run the streets like the mafia
Go home and eat Tilapia
Or baked chicken with the cream sauce
This ten milli'll cut your dreams short
Riding with my youngin'
He got somethin'
Gotta lift yo' stomach
If I sing it or I sung it
Best believe I done it
If ya trap ain't jumpin'
You should let us run it
A old nigga'll get tied up
If he get in the way
I was born a belt boy
The mafia run the game
And I am
A motherfuckin' bottom boy survivor
And this is
That real shit that raw shit they ride to
And I am
The chosen one the only one they bankin' on
Then this is
That real shit that raw shit they waiting on
And if your glass want you
Uh uh uh they waiting on
Uh uh uh they waitin' on
And if your glass want you
Uh uh uh come on come on come on
Tryna follow me home
I'm in the rearview
Feds have follow me 'round
Deep cover shit nigga
Fuck that other shit nigga
Made a hundred this year
Now you can call my bluff
Crazy as it sounds
I'll break it down
Made a fifty on the road
Doing shows selling clothes
Made a five in the spot
Selling exotic bowls
Made a dub middle manning Kanye for the low
Now add a dub to that number that I told you before
They in the club throwing ones
But I can't get with it
I'm in the office planning talking
I'm going for the business
Cuz screaming out belt
Snatch the streets by the britches
Get right or get left
These niggas know the business
Sweet loyalty to the Don is strong
Mind if it ain't Corson?
Then they gotta bury Corson
He was the best guy around
What about the people he murdered?
What murder?
