It's Something In Me

(It's something in me)

Let's get it

(It's something in me)

Let us get that

(C-Sick)

We with that

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh

I'm rappin', this real rap

Uh

I could've been had features, I wan' with that

I was in the streets, tryna get my get back (Fuck ****)

**** sittin' on benches now, but I had played the bleachers

**** tried to flex for hoes, but I had had them sneakers (Been had them)

I was in the trenches with my glick, with a stick (Big thirty)

Same bitches act like I wan' shit, suck my dick (Bitch)

All the lit bitches come around, now I'm rich

But I don't give a fuck 'bout shit now I'm rich (Rich as shit)

Gotta watch out for my homies, now I feel like Mitch

I don't conversate with ****, they might feel like snitchin'

I be on to all you ****, guess I feel like Ace, 'cept for **** gon' get shot right in they face (Baow)

I like starin' at my place, I'm out of place

Catch me crusin' in the Lamb' or I'm outer space (Rolls)

**** been hoes, he tryna get chose

**** been hoes, they just ain't been exposed

Ain't in ****'s business, don't be sniffin' with my nose (Nah)

Don't like ****'s energy, I'm chillin' with my bros (Gang)

I live in LA, but don't be playin' with my know

Think I still live in Chiraq 'cause I be stayin' with my pole (I got that)

I'ma blow that, fasho that (Fasho)

I know how to tuck a thirty, don't show that (Don't show it)

Rich as fuck but I'm still Herbie, you know that (You know that)

I got children, turned to a gremlin, no Kodak (Uh)

Still quick to do a **** dirty, you know that

Sitcks and stones probably break my bones, but ain't never let a word, you know that

Quick to hop up in that foreign, Swerv', you know that

I got cake, my brother got some cake, so we merge

Folks in that straight take off on the Jakes, so we heard (Skrtt)

Ain't leave a trace, snub thirty-eight, so we heard (So we heard)

A lot of you **** born in the trenches, but be nerds (What?)

I got some killers that'll kill the killers from the 'burbs (From the 'burbs)

So don't judge books

We got thugs shook

That's my cous' look (Look at 'em)

Got you **** shook still, blow that fire, know how that feel

**** die, know how that feel (Know how that feel), but don't look at me get killed (Pussy)

Real **** with that's gon' kill for me, I don't got to kill

I got more M's than yo' deal worth, don't got a deal ('Fore I had a deal)

Anytime I sign a deal they don't own none (Shit)

And I be clutchin' on that steel feel like you on to somethin'

But, I'ma blow that, fasho that

I know how to tuck a thirty, don't show that

Rich as fuck but I'm still Herbie, you know that

I got children, turned to a gremlin, no Kodak