Rod Wave - I Am (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rod Wave - I Am (en) Lyrics
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(You'll fly too if you link
up with Frenchie)
(Who that? Trell?)
Uh, ayy, what the business is?
Ayy, what the business is?
Got a two-hundred box of purple,
another hundred comin'
Got a hundred box of green
goin' to the country
Told Fat, "Come get the trap,
and ya don't owe me nothin'"
Don't let these niggas kill
ya 'bout this dirty money
Don't let these niggas kill
ya 'bout no fuckin' change
These people, they do anything
for the fame
These people, they put
anything on my name
But it's okay, yeah, it's okay
'Cause I am a motherfuckin'
bottom boy survivor
And this is that real shit, that
raw shit, they ride to
And l am the chosen one, the
only one they bankin' on
(And this is) That real shit, that
raw shit, they waitin' on (On)
And if your glass want you?
Uh, uh, they waitin' on
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (And
if your glass want you?)
They waitin' on, they waitin'
on, they waitin' on
Damn, Flip, dog, I miss
ya, nigga, time flies
I gotta keep myself busy
to keep it off my mind
I got a temper like my daddy,
you can say it's true
But you know that I got that
Godfather shit from you
Run the streets like the mafia,
go home and eat Tilapia
Or baked chicken with the cream sauce
This ten milli'll cut your
dreams short, uh
Ridin' with my youngin, he got somethin'
that'll lift your stomach
If I sing it or I sung it,
best believe, I done it
If your trap ain't jumpin',
you should let us run it
A old nigga'll get tied up
if he get in the way
I was born a belt boy, the
mafia run the game
And I am a motherfuckin'
bottom boy survivor
And this is that real shit, that
raw shit, they waiting on (On,
and if your glass want you?)
Uh, uh, uh, they waitin' on
Uh, uh, uh, they waitin' on (On,
and if your glass want you?)
Uh, uh, uh, come on (Look), come on
Try and follow me home (Come
on), I'm in the rearview
Feds had followed me 'round
Deep cover shit, nigga
Fuck that other shit, nigga
Made a hundred this year, and
you can call my bluff
Crazy as it sound, I'll break it down
Made a fifty on the road, doin'
shows, sellin' clothes
Made a five in the spot
sellin' exotic 'bowls
Made a dub middle-mannin'
Kante for the lows
Now add a dub to that number
that I told ya before
They in the club throwin' ones,
but I can't get wit' it
I'm in the office plannin', talkin',
I'm goin' for the billy
Cuz screamin' out, "Belt," snatch
the streets by they britches
Get right or get left, these
niggas know the business
Sweet loyalty to the Don is strong,
mind if it ain't Corson?
Then they gotta bury Corson
He was the best guy around
What about the people he murdered?
What murder?
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