I'M HIM

[Chorus: Ryan Oakes] All black fit like I preach my sins If you woke up rich, then I guess we twins The roof's on fire, but the world still spins For the next best thing, and I guess I'm him Wait, what? Yes, I said I am him I got all of my haters a small violin I'm under their skin I keep rackin' up wins Watch me do it again [Verse 1: Ryan Oakes] I'm the story of the year, at least that's how they gon' spin it But I been buzzin' for a decade, I don't need fifteen minutes And you might ask around about me and get nothin' but crickets 'Cause I make is silent but I'm finally finished I need another round Don't give me the runaround I don't do no high fives If you never hung around I hope you got nine livеs If I ever swung around You my reputation Fits, I know you you dug around Yеah [Bridge: Ryan Oakes] Na na na na na na na na na na na na na I'ma take ya place Na na na na na na na na na na na na na Sorry for the wait [Chorus: Ryan Oakes] All black fit like I preach my sins If you woke up rich, then I guess we twins The roof's on fire, but the world still spins For the next best thing, and I guess I'm him Wait, what? Yes, I said I am him I got all of my haters a small violin I'm under their skin I keep rackin' up wins Watch me do it again [Verse 2: Ethan Ross] It's the motherfuckin' cone gang Comin' through the front and they afraid So they escape through the exit I take the favorites you mess with and do what they do but best it I got immaculate swagger and it got my haters affected Been havin' problems with the law Bitch, I was late to this session Runnin' through the fields, too swift, villain with my scorn Runnin' through the hills, blue strip bills when I perform Same old baggy hoodie on me but this one costed more Bangin' on 'em–bum, bum, bum–unlock your door Bitch All black, fitted up Body bag, zip it up Autograph titties but contracts, rip 'em up Bloodthirsty, I'ma need a tall glass, sippin' cup Unworthy heads, push 'em all back, gettin' buck [Chorus: Ryan Oakes] All black fit like I preach my sins If you woke up rich, then I guess we twins The roof's on fire, but the world still spins For the next best thing, and I guess I'm him Wait, what? Yes, I said I am him I got all of my haters a small violin I'm under their skin I keep rackin' up wins Watch me do it again