Channel Tres - I'm Him

You make it look simple
You like it, you love it
And all the attention of all the fans are on you
They don't wanna miss anything

Yeah, I'm him
I am that nigga, yeah, I'm is
Is, is, is, is
I get good head at The Ritz
Ritz, Ritz, Ritz, Ritz
My bro in prison, yeah, he is
Is, is, is, is
Jacksons, Franklins, count 'em up
Count 'em up, mount 'em (count 'em up)

For real, for real, for real, for real, for real
I be serving that bass
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real
Yeah, my nigga caught a case
Yeah, I'm him
Yeah, I get it like that
Your bitch scratch my back
Yeah, I hit it one time, she came back (oh no)
(I stay, I stay)
Yeah, I'm him (I stay on your mind)
(I stay, I stay)
(I stay on your mind)
(I stay, I stay)
Yeah, I'm him (I stay on your mind)
(I stay, I stay)
I stay on your mind
Shit (oh, no)

I am that nigga, yeah, I'm is
Is, is, is, is
I get good head at The Ritz
Ritz, Ritz, Ritz, Ritz
My bro in prison, yeah, he is
Is, is, is
Jacksons, Franklins, count 'em up
Count 'em, ah

I picked it up, I picked it up then I put it down (I put it down)
I picked it up, I picked it up then I put it down (I put it down)
The food on my label put food on the table
She call me baby like I'm in a cradle
They ask if I'm gay, bitch, I don't do no labels
I'm back in your town putting food on my table
I make my way down while I'm licking the navel
I been that guy since before we had cable
Watch who around, is he Cain or he Abel?
Walked in the room and I'm flipping the table
I don't like your view, your perspective is wack
You got your advance then you blew through your stack
I got my advance and invested it back
You know I got a crib and shit, you know

Hell nah, ain't no room
Get your crybaby ass in the back
Hell nah, ain't no room
Get your crybaby ass in the back