I AM HIM [Yujiro]

All this talk about that and this
I don't got no plan
When you him - you just get it in
Settle shit like man throwin' hands
All this fake flexin' - you is just a sham
Fake shoes, and some fake necklace -
Shoulda stuck to Vans
I'm a god, I'm a juggernaut
Watch when I advance
Y'all be flexing y'all advance
Off the muscle we make bands
Brodie got talk, he ain't got walk
You gon' die just where you stand
Said he want smoke, said he
Want za, now he chalk, god damn!
Fuck when I talk, she on my
Cock, watch how I walk, god damn!
Two hands on me - fuck
A Glock, you gettin' popped, god damn!
Thought I was goofy, throwin' hands laughing
They thought I was Luffy
Thought he would catch me -
He got me cackling
Blood, gore, violence - that shit amuse me
Stepping to us - gang, what is you provin'?
Shit getting screwy, you rappers Stewie
Y'all talk like groupies, what is you doing?
Got hands like Broly - I beat 'em profusely
I'm off the za punching in no loose leaf!
DPS like: "bro, bro, slow down
I'm like: "nah, brother, I'm zooming"
Can't let no other man outdo me
If he Yujiro - then I'm Yu-Gi-Oh! Either
Way - you finna fold off movement
Card get pulled - he pulling some foo shit
Full clip, two clip, shit what it
Do, pay dues - you stupid
We made a movement!

All this conversation talking 'bout the
Greatest - I am him i feel disrespected
Only thing accepting is a ten
I been sitting at the top
And I ain't seen another since
So why you talking 'bout the pinnacle
When you ain't ever been i am him, I am him
I am him man, fuck that talk! We getting in!
We beatin' him bloody! I always win!
I am him, I am him i am him, I am him
It been about that, ain't been about this
You got a problem - we throwin' them fists
Yeah!

Bitch, what the fuck you on?
You should know that it is over
When they cutting on this song
Too hot, too hot, bitch
You better cuff the tongs
808's they get to moving and
The dumpies out the thongs
Yujiro Hanma - bitch, I been a boss
I'm the opposite of SOL - never loss
I been handling the rock
Try to pray - you get crossed
See you try to serve these dry
Ass songs - where the sauce?
Turn it on - every time I'm in this jawn
This that fight music - why I
Need a snare pop a jaw
I'm too busy doing work
Cheerleaders wanna jaw
All that rah rah rah - you
Ain't scaring me at all
Try to flex a pedigree
You send a resume - I'll tear the sheet
I'll get to airing out
And I ain't needing any weaponry
King of the Hill - all
My hitters call me Beverly
They ask me what's my body count
- I simply tell 'em every
Every single hit is money -
Got that scent of evergreen
I put a fourty in between
- there twenty twenty, let 'em see
Demon back
So even from behind me see the enemy
A monster, when it go down - they
Feel a different energy
Ain't nobody out here that can damage me
I'll chop you into pieces
Then I'll beat your body separately
Eat your ass up
I don't have the time for second beef
Your body is a temple, well
I'm spilling all your grenadine

All this conversation talking 'bout the
Greatest - I am him i feel disrespected
Only thing accepting is a ten
I been sitting at the top
And I ain't seen another since
So why you talking 'bout the pinnacle
When you ain't ever been i am him, I am him
I am him man, fuck that talk! We getting in!
We beatin' him bloody! I always win!
I am him, I am him i am him, I am him
It been about that, ain't been about this
You got a problem - we throwin' them fists
Yeah!

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