this is me. ft. ŃIXX Lyrics

Y'all best be ready for this shit man

I came a long way from what I used to do

From growing up in the streets to

To now

LETS FUCKING GO BABY

SALT LAKE CITY, WOO

Grew up in a house with plenty fucking people

I'm a fucking a beaner

But i'm not illegal

Ask my brother freddy

He was playing lethal

Shit my dad was gone

It wasn't right to see him

In that fucking cell with no one there to listen

At the age of Seven

I was hella trippin

Ask my brother Raymond

He was just a midget

Never knew his father but that's not his vision

I was rocking Puma's

With a little watch

I'm a fucking g

But i got hella shocked

When i saw my father in that fucking cot

But i'm glad he's leaving

Ima praise to god

Momma's always gone

She had a job to finish

I was feeding family

She was working different

Scrubbing hella ceiling's for a fucking living

Lost a lotta of people

But it's part of living

That's real

I'm not talking numbers

Bitch i'm talking money

I'm not doing this to get a label on me

I'm just doing this to make my parents happy

Cause i never said a single fucking sorry

So I'm sorry dad and i'm sorry mom

I'm sorry raymond for the shit i've done

I was smoking hella

Getting fucking drunk

At the age of Eight

I was a fucking bum

I'm just vibing homie

God damn, still i'm fucking lonely

Shit, i don't even mind

But you'll get to know me

But I don't want to be the one that gets the trophy

I'm just fucking bony

This a testimony

All the homies horny

I'm just here recording

Got my wifey on me

No one else to hold me

I'm just rapping words to get the people off me

I'm a different artist

Got the mind of Kobe

I'm not finished yet

So you'll get to know me

You'll get to know me

I'm not your homie

Your just a phony

I write these lyrics for the pain that haunts me

What's that?

All of the homies that entered my life

Made it worse but it's different cause i'm on they ass

I'm making songs that are lyrically simple

I come like a hero

I'm watching the stats

I'm making better music than you bitches who write about shooting your uncle and dad

How could a person have limits to that?

Let alone shoot the person that made you a man

Dummy motherfucker's trying to put me in a headlock

Hell nah, yeah, bust off his headtop

Gonna fuck it up cause you know how i roll up

Hell yeah, fuck being sober

Might fuck around

Yeah, pull up in the rover

All about my business like hover

Ya know her?

Ya know her?

Cuz i jus sent a text to come over

I told shortie just to bend over

Now we sit back

Sipping Coronas

Chilling with Don

That is the homie

I'm never lonely

Going to the top

Cuz it's ŃIX bitch

The one and only