I'm The Shit

(album: Codeine - 2017)

[Z-Ro:]
I think he mad cause he ain't me
Maybe cause they ain't been buying his shit lately
He performed for free, fuck that, they gotta pay me
So tired of counting money
That's how my everyday be (all motherfucking day)
Instead of hating on a player when you see one
Maybe you should try to find out how to be one
Cause all that hating that you be doing, that ain't nothing
You got your H's confused
Stop hating hoe start hustling
Lord knows I go in just like a curfew
Ain't gotta beat your ass my success is what really hurt you
Cause you a failure homie
So rotten I'm starting to smell ya homie
You ain't shit I just had to tell ya homie

Bitch, why you on my dick
Raise up off my dick
You just sick cuz I'm getting rich
You ain't getting shit
You should quit, you ain't selling shit
You irrelevant, I'm the shit

[Jhonni Blaze:]
Bitch wanna hold me down
I'ma always stay up
Try to cop my style
Oh ya hear me now, yeah
I took a [?]
Now ya fake smile when you see me, yeah
I'm swerving in your lane
H-Town made me fame now
Coming from nothing, who ya kidding
Basic bitches press on how I'm living
They could pay for everything you got
Acting like you bossed up but we know you not
I just be getting to the money
I'm so cool, I'm on the moon
I'm so on fire can't cool me off
Don't need no nigga to tell me I'm popping
Timmy timmy turner on my bullshit
Got me feeling like I'm outta this world
Got me feeling like a martian
Never ever slow down, hold up now
Let me tilt my crown

[Z-Ro:]
Bitch, why you on my dick
Raise up off my dick
You just sick cuz I'm getting rich
You ain't getting shit
You should quit, you ain't selling shit
You irrelevant, I'm the shit

Yeah, you signed so many contracts
Who you be with?
You gon' do what I don't know, who you confusing me with?
Here I go, there go your gun
My nigga can you reach it?
Nigga you a bitch Victoria told me your secret
You a he-bitch, got sucked in with them bitches online
Rapper dead and we all know Ro did it
But Ro really don't mind (I don't give a fuck)
Beat your eyebrows off your face boy
You must be outta your mind
I'm outside in your driveway
I see you peeping out of your blind
Maserati doing donuts
And that's just my Wednesday car
Too much money I'ma go nuts
You like damn I wish I could get that car
Nigga don't you drive a tow truck
Final stop the car go and get that boy
Call me out and I'ma show up
Tell the ambulan' go and get that boy
90,000 in my backseat
That's my Ruth Chris money
You brought me your bitch bread
I'ma hustla nobody do shit for me
I'm on my Frank Lucas shit
I'm giving all this shit away today
You hate a nigga that could help you pay your shit off layaway

Bitch, why you on my dick
Raise up off my dick
You just sick cuz I'm getting rich
You ain't getting shit
You should quit, you ain't selling shit
You irrelevant, I'm the shit