Lyrics Here I Am - Styles P

Here I Am

We got this shit
We been in the
Fuck niggas
I was layin' back but a couple hood niggas said
«Yo ghost, we miss you, phantom you gotta come down
Niggas ain’t really sayin no gutta shit no more»
Well here I am
(Any nigga disrespect the clique gettin shot)
SP back on my shit
Short nigga but I get the big back off the dips and the bar game
I cut you more times than a card game
Next time I catch a body I’m screamin out Allah’s name
You niggas couldn’t understand the god’s range
Strong mind, hard frame, about to play the hard game
Much more mature now, call me 7-up P
Keep the tre-pound tucked over the 4-pound
Fully loaded rifle on
Top of the dog crown, hand fight or man fight
Pass me the saw clown, gut him like a fish
You might impress a bitch with that bullshit glitter you got cluttered on your
wrist
Yall niggas is nowhere nice
Yall niggas get the sad-face sticker
You’re trash nigga
(Any nigga disrespect the clique gettin shot)
Need to be taken out early in the morning, cut up nice, thrown in a black bag,
and thrown in the fuckin garbage
(Any nigga disrespect the clique gettin shot)
Trash, fuck you
But me I’m on some different shit (Different)
The white zinfadel out your bitch mouth while she mothafuckin' sippin'
D-B-lock, fuck the police Imma beast
Only traffic make the GT stop
I rob base, ironic that’s easy rock
Cause it takes two to make a thing go right
That’s nice OT for the real low price
Back on the third day, hopefully a Thursday
National Geographic hustler
Call a bird day, shot in your vertebrae
Nigga make it herb day can’t fuck with me with a gun nor wordplay nigga
Only thing that might bring me down is to smack the shit out of one of these
niggas
Niggas is fuckin' around man, I’m gettin' kinda irritated
(Any nigga disrespect the clique gettin shot)
I’m layin' back, blowin big blunts, focusin' it in
(Any nigga disrespect the clique gettin shot)