[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
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