I Am

(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie) (Who that? Trell?) Uh, ayy, what the business is? Ayy, what the business is? Got a two-hundred box of purple, another hundred comin' Got a hundred box of green goin' to the country Told Fat, "Come get the trap, and ya don't owe me nothin'" Don't let these niggas kill ya 'bout this dirty money Don't let these niggas kill ya 'bout no fuckin' change These people, they do anything for the fame These people, they put anything on my name But it's okay, yeah, it's okay 'Cause I am a motherfuckin' bottom boy survivor And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they ride to And l am the chosen one, the only one they bankin' on (And this is) That real shit, that raw shit, they waitin' on (On) And if your glass want you? Uh, uh, they waitin' on Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (And if your glass want you?) They waitin' on, they waitin' on, they waitin' on Damn, Flip, dog, I miss ya, nigga, time flies I gotta keep myself busy to keep it off my mind I got a temper like my daddy, you can say it's true But you know that I got that Godfather shit from you Run the streets like the mafia, go home and eat Tilapia Or baked chicken with the cream sauce This ten milli'll cut your dreams short, uh Ridin' with my youngin, he got somethin' that'll lift your stomach If I sing it or I sung it, best believe, I done it If your trap ain't jumpin', you should let us run it A old nigga'll get tied up if he get in the way I was born a belt boy, the mafia run the game And I am a motherfuckin' bottom boy survivor And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they ride to And l am the chosen one, the only one they bankin' on And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they waiting on (On, and if your glass want you?) Uh, uh, uh, they waitin' on Uh, uh, uh, they waitin' on (On, and if your glass want you?) Uh, uh, uh, come on (Look), come on Try and follow me home (Come on), I'm in the rearview Feds had followed me 'round Deep cover shit, nigga Fuck that other shit, nigga Made a hundred this year, and you can call my bluff Crazy as it sound, I'll break it down Made a fifty on the road, doin' shows, sellin' clothes Made a five in the spot sellin' exotic 'bowls Made a dub middle-mannin' Kante for the lows Now add a dub to that number that I told ya before They in the club throwin' ones, but I can't get wit' it I'm in the office plannin', talkin', I'm goin' for the billy Cuz screamin' out, "Belt," snatch the streets by they britches Get right or get left, these niggas know the business Sweet loyalty to the Don is strong, mind if it ain't Corson? Then they gotta bury Corson He was the best guy around What about the people he murdered? What murder? (Tahj Money)