Hymn (Winners Anthem) Lyrics

People on the internet talking bout'

He not this or he not that

Bitch I'm Him

Look at my smile

Look at my hair

Look at this fit

It's not fair

Cus I'm that nigga

I'm a smooth mother shut your mouth

Let my nuts hang out

Chapped lips don't get fed on this boulevard

Diamonds dancing and never went to Juliard

Dick in they mouth but I ain't tripping cus it do be hard

That's lyfe, they left cash right

My style that's tight

I'm him that's right

I serve only the finest clientele

You see my ops they'll tell you Noble Lyfe Is fly as hell

Who this bumping through ya speaker

This exotic lady pleaser

I peep her then make spicy like I put paprika

I got a shooter we call him a thot

Cus he gone hit on anybody that be moving hot

I had stop trapping wasn't really cashin out

Bunch a bad drivers all my niggas crashin out

Look at my smile

Look at my hair

Look at this fit

It's not fair

Cus I'm that nigga

And I am him

Cus I'm that nigga

And I am him

Cus I'm that nigga

And I am him

Cus I'm that nigga

And I am him

Cus I'm that