I am Him

[Intro – 808s slide, flute loop, brass stabs]
Grrt… bah…
You don’t know me…
I am him, bébé.
NOLA… let’s go!
[Chorus – low raspy bark, doubled]
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!)
[Verse 1 – whisper-to-roar, 808 slides]
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
[Chorus – deeper, ad-libs echo]
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!)
[Verse 2 – fast 808 triplets, brass hits]
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
[Chorus – final bark, brass swell]
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!)
[Verse 3 – drill tempo drop, ad-libs heavy]
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!)
[Outro – flute fade, 808 rumble]
No cap… bussin’… bet.
I am him.
Opps know the vibes.
NOLA drill, cher… grrt!

male, rap, trap, deep, booming baritone that’s menacing, raspy, and effortlessly commanding