Him Lyrics

Slow riding

Jiving

Whistle

Flo rida

I'm just

Silent

Riding

Jivin'

But I'm so, tired

Of everything

Tired of what's on my timeline

Rhymes fine, thinking otherwise

Diamond mind, and its fine mined

But its so soaked, up in coal

So broken, no folds

All just pieces

But listen here this my thesis

I'm just tryna' build my puzzle

But trouble, trouble, trouble

Damn

It seems all my problems, got doubled

All my issues, got tripled

All my commas, got fumbled

All that's still's, got rippled

So I'm just out here slow riding,

Flow minded, blow mine, Flo-rida'

Jive talkin, hoe night, knife talkin, no hiding

No violence, no witness, all silent, all blinded

No rhymes and no business, get done here 'till mines finished

I'm time gripping, my mind trippin, its unreal what my style fit in

I'm fine with, I'll die with it, I'll ride 'till ain't no tires in it

I'm motherfucken like that

How you motherfuckers like that

I bet twenty bands, on this damn song, it's a rare part of right rap

Bitch I'm, back

From the roses on my bed

From the hoes I left on read

All just ghosts, respect what's dead

Only time will tell what's said

Aint no paint, will taint what's red

Only rhymes I'll tell, are from a place, ain't no hoe's ever stepped

I'm at a threat level

That's too high, only red sky's, when I'm outside

No med's better

Than that indo, but them new highs, come in due time

My pops died, off Oxy, off Percocet's off Molly

So Ion' care if the seals real, fuck a pill thrill I'm a shroom guy

Moon guide, some side of the sun yeah thats where I reside

Sun side, of the summer time, she need some D all vita-mine

All vitamin, what you said

Vita-mina-vita-vegamin

I love my shawty, like Lucy

But I wont do nothing stupid

Ain't no bitches part of my blueprint

Need a telephone, to call Rufus

I think somethings up, at this Circle K, and my pistol 'bout to go shoot it

I'm so tired of being so clueless

I stay new to this, but I knew it

I stay true to this, just like Ludacris, if you cap mouth

Move bitch

No slow riding

Flow minded, blow mine, Flo-rida'

Jive talkin, hoe night, knife talkin, ain't no hiding

Ain't no violence, there's no witness, they all silenced, they all blinded

It ain't no rhymes, and no business, that get done here till mines finished

I'm time gripping my mind tripping its unreal, what my style fit in

I'm fine with, I'll die with it, I'll ride 'till ain't no tires in it

I'm motherfucken like that

How you motherfuckers like that

I put twenty bands, on this damn song, it's a rare part of right rap

Bitch I'm

That, that

Like I'm really him

Like, I cant stress that shit enough

I'm really that motherfucker man

I'm really him