Him (feat. Esei)

Up now feelin' like him (ha) Blunt rolled up with my sins (ha) Racks been stuck in that gym (ha) And I got plaques up under my brim From a place where these niggas never wanna see ya win Gang up doe On the penthouse with a 10 and then she coco Something in the cup, got me movin' real slow-mo slow-mo, slow-mo, slow-mo Up in the Eve, havin' chronic conversations with the moon and the stars Triple digits on my dash, movin' too fast, but I'm goin' far Paper comin' in real nice, yeah, I like that Yeah, I like that Records getting spins flights comin' in, back-to-back, we build an empire up, go from rats to racks We got a lot of hits inside the circle, plaques and plaques I took a road that once you enter, you cannot retract Had a girl all on my head, always come bringing me stress I left that bitch in the past, can't waste no time on no gnat I fell in love with the racks, the racks, the racks, the racks Got a bag, but to the world, a nigga was Casper Ducked off, gettin' one with the matter, now I'm poppin' out Bigger and better Up now feelin' like him (ha) Blunt rolled up with my sins (ha) Racks been stuck in that gym (ha) And I got plaques up under my brim From a place where these niggas never wanna see ya win Gang up doe On the penthouse with a 10 and then she coco Something in the cup, got me movin' real slow-mo Slow-mo, slow-mo, slow-mo Okay, no faking swear I really feel like himothy Give me brains and a whip, call me John F. Kennedy The flow be Dr. Evil, instrumental be my mini-me We might just hit his folks, f*ck nigga, it's just my kin in me I'm like, wait, are you kidding me? Nah, I like abortions They tryna change my name sake my signature, they forging Ironic, we be hittin' citizens inside the foreigns And I can't chase no bitch, cause I ain't tryna crease my Jordan's Shoutout DC to Don, yeah, the vvs, they shine I ain't never meet in your mind, cause I feel so divine And my time is so precious, dick up in her intestine I'm always winning, why the f*ck would I try to count up my blessings Up now feelin' like him (ha) Blunt rolled up with my sins (ha) Racks been stuck in that gym (ha) And I got plaques up under my brim From a place where these niggas never wanna see ya win Gang up doe On the penthouse with a 10 and then she coco Something in the cup, got me movin' real slow-mo Slow-mo, slow-mo, slow-mo