Here I Am lyrics

by

Styles P


We got this sh*t
D-Block
We been in the [?]
f*ck n*ggas
I was layin' back but a couple hood n*ggas said
"Yo ghost, we miss you, phantom you gotta come down
n*ggas ain't really sayin no gutta sh*t no more"
Well here I am
(Any n*gga disrespect the clique gettin shot)

[Verse 1]
SP back on my sh*t
Short n*gga but I get the big back off the dips and the bar game
I cut you more times than a card game
Next time I catch a body I'm screamin out Allah's name
You n*ggas couldn't understand the god's range
Strong mind, hard frame, about to play the hard game
Much more mature now, call me 7-up P
Keep the tre-pound tucked over the 4-pound
Fully loaded rifle on
Top of the dog crown, hand fight or man fight
Pass me the saw clown, gut him like a fish
You might impress a b*tch with that bullsh*t glitter you got cluttered on your wrist

Yall n*ggas is nowhere nice
Yall n*ggas get the sad-face sticker
You're trash n*gga
(Any n*gga disrespect the clique gettin shot)
Need to be taken out early in the morning, cut up nice, thrown in a black bag, and thrown in the f*ckin garbage
(Any n*gga disrespect the clique gettin shot)
Trash, f*ck you
But me I'm on some different sh*t (Different)
[Verse 2]
The white zinfadel out your b*tch mouth while she mothaf*ckin' sippin'
D-B-lock, f*ck the police Imma beast
Only traffic make the GT stop
I rob base, ironic that's easy rock
Cause it takes two to make a thing go right
That's nice OT for the real low price
Back on the third day, hopefully a Thursday
National Geographic hustler
Call a bird day, shot in your vertebrae
n*gga make it herb day can't f*ck with me with a gun nor wordplay n*gga

Only thing that might bring me down is to smack the sh*t out of one of these n*ggas
n*ggas is f*ckin' around man, I'm gettin' kinda irritated
(Any n*gga disrespect the clique gettin shot)
I'm layin' back, blowin big blunts, focusin' it in
(Any n*gga disrespect the clique gettin shot)
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