Lyrics

[Verse 1] It's him, the last one to leave out the gym The shoulder cold like December the 10th Give me flowers without snipping the stem My balls hanging like the pendulum swing, I'm a alien like Invader Zim Goodbye, my peace of mind's on a time limit Rooftop liquor store, I'm in high spirits We have God in us so He always guiding us The method is all I need so you better oblige nigga My love for it unconditional right? Never been a boneless nigga I'm traditional like I'm tappеd from the trenches to thе liberal whites I'm ya chairman so that mean you gotta sit on this flight It's him, Him Carrey, Himmy Kimmel, Himmy Fallon, him scary They jack it but I'm just warming up, no Brent Barry I'm never done sinning I never said sincerely I'm the definition of him, one pant leg up while I sit on the rim I never quit on a whim, so Imma get me a win I'm fitted for this, don't get curved like I'm bending the brim, it's him [Chorus] This is for my ace boon coon like Mama showed us manners but I always been a rude boy I did my two wrongs and that's too right So when they see me yeah they whisper when they talk Oh that's him They whisper when they talk Oh that's him Walk in and you gotta tell yo friend Got his city on me do you got a pen? Oh that's him [Verse 2] Look, I know a lot of people wanna see me fail Cause I got bad women flying into BDL Talking all natural ass, no BBL To carry round that load you need a CDL I'm Him Hardaway, do you need details? You fall for what's in store you won't need [?] Sticking to the code like it's TML Staying on track, I can't be derailed [Chorus] This is for my ace boon coon like Mama showed us manners but I always been a rude boy I did my two wrongs and that's too right So when they see me yeah they whisper when they talk Oh that's him They whisper when they talk Oh that's him Walk in and you gotta tell yo friend Got his city on me do you got a pen? Oh that's him [Verse 3] This wicked, flow vicious, all hits, no misses So different, Ben a Wallace, old Piston A cold nigga, Sam L., Pulp Fiction Life ain't have to give me lemons, I grow citrus Address me like a prince call me Your Himness Rude boy, ol Rudy, no lil Richard Metal toe boots I can still kick it And you gon have to deal with it I lost myself, then found myself, then lost myself again Gave a arm and leg and never got a helping hand They spotted me in the wild like leopard print With all this love you can't estimate with measurement They threw tomatoes at my concert when I begin I been baking for a while time to let us in If they ask who made this sandwich you can say it's him You ain't love me before ain't no time to make amends, it's him