I Am - Rod Wave

(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 truck, 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)
Go'n and lift your glass, won't you?
Uh, uh, they waitin' on
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Go'n and lift your glass, won't 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 ride to
And l am the chosen one, the only one they bankin' on
And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they waiting on (On, go'n and lift your glass, won't you?)
Uh, uh, uh, they waitin' on
Uh, uh, uh, they waitin' on (On, go'n and lift your glass, won't you?)
Uh, uh, uh, come on (Look), come on

Try and follow me home (Come on), I'm in the rearview
Feds have 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-man, cognac 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

Said, "Street 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?
(Tahj Money)