That's Me

Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5 H
Came and asked me, stop pitching to his daughter
How you going to ever ask, stop carrying candy

You the type talk about everything you got now
The one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven
But to my nigga, Duke, we all make mistakes
The one that say, "Baby girl, I love you" you
I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with work

I'm a get shit right if I spend my cake

My rude ass, carry three weapons
Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth

Killa bitch
I see y'all concerned about me
Your right hand man, Randy, understand me
Santana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones, Salty
And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast
Six drivers, big buyers, where you live, we live liver

The one with the yay for twenty-three, that's me
The one that's scared of a scuffle, you
Fuck, I look like, I'm not going to watch this go on any longer
Get at me, nigga, that's me
All that click clackery, take your wrist wrappery
Come through, stick your suppliers
Feshon, run with us or run from us or get run the fuck over
Harlem, I got us nigga
So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash
Harlem, who else is going to hold us down
Who else in a hurry to mirk
But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order
I'm a sell to anybody in your damn family
My rings like a dog, all rock wild
I could show you some ice
Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out
When I come through, hey, Cam
Saying I'm the best, just not promoted right
I ain't no rapper, B, I skeet oozies
Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz
The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price
Be on fifty-fourth, whole clique backing me
And I can't act, turned down three movies
Yo, the one with mad guns, that's me
Said me, it's the man, can't be

And a matching land, Desert Calasandi
The one that's scared of some yay yo
Control the hiest

Yoke that's nice, that's me

Go to your house, red dot, scope your crib
Told you I got us this time around niggas
Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy
Like it's all good down at the hit factory
You not that good dog, who told you you're nice
The one that be sucking mad dick, you

Killa bitch
You know the one with the whips, that's me
This is for my niggas that load the pipe
The one with the chips and the chips, that's me
My crew split, it was my mistake
Ma, keep all your rice
I like all my ice
And then expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit
We kill girls, rape 'em, bury their skirts

You know my life
You all about nothing, you biatch
Your crew, switch siders

If I did though, believe me, I would say y'all names

And I don't got beef, I don't play those games
Be glad I'm not in her damn panties
We all get schiest
Killa bitch
Drink, smoke, roll some dice
Always wanna lay low 'cause your girl say so, you, biatch

Know I'm a patrol your schiest

Wedding ring, hell no
You ain't got to go to school to learn about me
Niggas tried to make Killa Cam all polite
In Antlanta, I got an outlandish land piece
Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip Daqueri's
When I flash it, everybody shocked, "Wow!"
Throw you a bite
Feeling me some, huh

The one that be running and dodging, you
The one with the toast, pants baggy, yelling out get at me
Dick riders
Mack so many hoes, dick in saliva
I interrupt you like, "Not now, you hot owl"
Turn on the set now, bitch, I'm like poltergiest
Let's get it right this time around, understand, killer
Got her damn handy
But I only mess with Navigators five twenty-eight
It's fuck us, so fuck y'all
Killa bitch

And I'll give your face a C section and keep stepping
I'm on y'all

Imagine me wake up 7:30 for work, what?
Bloodshed niggas

Killa biatch