Him Then

Yeah…

They know…

I was him then, I’m the best now

They know the name when I step out

Thought I was bluffing, better check now

Ain’t nobody safe when I’m around

Stressed out, everybody stressed out

Can’t duck me, ain’t no way to duck now

Heat up, watch the whole room sweat now

I was him then, I’m the best now

They turn pussy when I come around.

When I up some shit, everybody hits the ground.

That’s on you to think I’m bluffing or not.

You better ask my last opp to retract that

they ain’t survived the shots.

Every time I let out, they bled out.

I hit your bitch on TextNow. She’s wet now.

I could care less who you think the best out

save your breath clown.

I was him then and I’m the best now.

It’s no surprise that I did it. They know why.

But can’t wrap their minds around

the how that’s what’s got them stressed out.

Leave you stretched out. Stay limber.

You’ll go numb from me chucking these knuckles. Say timber.

Fall in October. You’ll be gone till November.

That’s if you’re lucky. I’m everywhere. Can’t duck me.

Buckshot spread like eagle you can’t duck these

These rounds coming hot give you heat until you musty.

Ain’t no sweat off my back, but I sweat on your bitch,

Yeah, while we’re in the sack.

I fucked her face-to-face, told her, “Don’t leave a scratch,”

But she shredded my back.

Now back at the crib, my chick like, “What’s up with all that?”

Off the rip, I just cap.

You know it’s freezing—black ice.

I slipped on a patch and fell straight in a bush,

Backwards, must of got snagged—shit, I don’t need this right now.

My days already going bad,

That was it after that.

We ordered food and relaxed.

I’m just telling you facts.

Got every right to be mad,

But tell your bitch I said, “Splash.”

Inside joke—it’ll pass over your head,

Like the last three hollow heads in the mag.

: “Over your head!”

Won’t be food in a bag when I pull up to your pad,

Swiss-cheesing your shit—

To the back door, better dash.

I was him then, I’m the best now