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letra de i'm him not them - justo b

i’m him not them lyrics
[intro]
(division)
ha, ha
rrr
([?] nasty)
know i’m a hound, no puppy (no puppy)
grrt, pow, pow, pow, pow

[chorus]
they say they my opps, but they know where i live
and i upped it on camera in a crowd full of kids
thought that i miss, i hit him and, uh
adrenaline rushin’, tryna spin again, like
i’m him, not them
he tryna run so i got with his friend, look
i’m him, not them
i ain’t duckin’ no smoke, only duckin’ the feds
they say they my opps, but they know where i live
and i upped it on camera in a crowd full of kids
thought that i miss, i hit him and, uh
adrenaline rushin’, tryna spin again, like
i’m him, not them
he tryna run so i got with his friend, look
i’m him, not them
i ain’t duckin’ no smoke, only duckin’ the feds
[verse]
you got shot and you know who did it
you rappin’ but still ain’t get back, is you kiddin’ me?
[?]
[?] mama would’ve been crying, you sh-ttin’ me?
[?] from the vibes thеy was givin’ me
keep a pole ’cause thеy plottin’ on k!llin’ me
he say he gon’ hit me wit’ the what?
extended my clip, i can’t let ’em get rid of me, uh
[?]
i won’t speak on the sh-t that i did
let me just say [?]
give a f-ck [?] hit, like
why the f-ck n-ggas talk like demons?
n-ggas talk ’bout the precinct
i’m tryna link, f-ck the internet beefin’
and keep bro out your mouth ‘fore you meet him
can’t have no .40 around me unless it’s a chop’
you with him, everybody shot
see a opp, [?]
[?] from the cops
your mans could’ve died, you lucky bro missed
[?] birthday ain’t had sh-t to do so we spin
oh, he don’t remember [?] who did it
[?]
anybody get shot, b-tches get shot too
like, you chill wit’ them n-ggas, they ain’t no excuse
[?] too, like
[?] do not pick and choose
you throwin’ ’em subs, i’m throwin’ ’em slugs
took it on the k, the way you got trust
all the sh-t that you sayin’ i don’t give a f-ck
stop the rap cap, n-gga, you ain’t tough
[chorus]
but they know where i live
and i upped it on camera in a crowd full of kids
thought that i miss, i hit him and, uh
adrenaline rushin’, tryna spin again, like
i’m him, not them
he tryna run so i got with his friend, look
i’m him, not them
i ain’t duckin’ no smoke, only duckin’ the feds
they say they my opps, but they know where i live
and i upped it on camera in a crowd full of kids
thought that i miss, i hit him and, uh
adrenaline rushin’, tryna spin again, like
i’m him, not them
he tryna run so i got with his friend, look
i’m him, not them
i ain’t duckin’ no smoke, only duckin’ the feds

[outro]
why the f-ck n-ggas talk like demons?
n-ggas talk ’bout the precinct
i’m tryna link, f-ck the internet beefin’
and keep bro out your mouth ‘fore you meet him (grrt)

- justo b

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