I am Him

Grrt… bah…

You don’t know me…

I am him, bébé.

NOLA… let’s go!

You don’t know me, I am him (Grrt!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Bah!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Woo!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Bow!)

You don’t know me, I am him (No cap!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Bussin’!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Plug!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Opps!)

I’m the plug in the boot, ask the ward, no cap

Ninth to the 17th, every stoop got a strap

Moved fent, coke, za—Qyat in the Louis duffel

Katrina took the crib, I rebuilt with the hustle

Feds spin the block, I beat the case, rizz on max

Opps send a text, I send it back with the MAC

Trap house on Claiborne, roux in the pot, Glock hot

Crawfish boil cover, bricks in the cooler, non-stop

I am him—rubber band man, super-sized knot

Second line steppin’, but the draco in the sock

From the levee to the yacht, I done seen every drop

Opps drown in the flood, I float when it stop

You don’t know me, I am him (Grrt!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Bah!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Woo!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Bow!)

You don’t know me, I am him (No cap!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Bussin’!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Plug!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Opps!)

Been in the cage, been in the ward

Been in the Lamb’, been in the Ford

Been in the plane, been on the barge

Been in the flame, been in the charge

Opps talk on the net, get smoked like a gar

Plug call from the pen, I re-up in the yard

Creole shorty whisper, “Papi, let ’em cook”

Gumbo thick, but the draco in the book

Hurricane dough, hundred-dollar rain

Week-long flood, opps float down the drain

I am him—NOLA blueprint, crown in the cane

Opps want the smoke, I bring the whole propane

You don’t know me, I am him (Grrt!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Bah!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Woo!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Bow!)

You don’t know me, I am him (No cap!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Bussin’!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Plug!)

You don’t know me, I am him (Opps!)

I’m the rubber band man, I’m the rubber band man (Grrt!)

I’m the rubber band man, I’m the rubber band man (Bah!)

I’m the rubber band man, I’m the rubber band man (Woo!)

I’m the rubber band man—NOLA plug, I am him! (Bow!)

No cap… bussin’… bet.

I am him.

Opps know the vibes.

NOLA drill, cher… grrt!