Mike C da Champ - H.I.M

Yeah, be nobody else H-I-M, did it by myself
Bag it up, put it on the shelf
Yeah, see, X-K-A-N-G-R-E
Cold like a glacier, ice skating on them niggas

Hand still on my trigger, run like an athlete
Track meet to them figures, yeah, I'm still that nigga
Diamonds be dancing just like a stripper
Working that wood just like the skipper

Shooting my shot just like the clippers
Leaving her wet and Im calling her flipper
Pull up my zipper, then quote on my scripture
Drink color purple, they calling me mister
Leave in the house, pick up her sister

Flipping my tongue and she calling me twister
Don't even love her, don't even miss her
Can't even lie, don't even kiss her
Can't trust a ho, you already know

Spitting these facts and I didn't even diss her
Back to the money, I'm still in the game
Ball in my hand and I'm driving the lane
These niggas lame, we ain't the same

More like a prince, but call me King James
Back to the money, I'm still in the game
Ball in my hand and I'm driving the lane
These niggas lame, we ain't the same

They like a prince, I'm like King James
I'm him, I can't be nobody else
Mr. H-I-M
And I did it by myself

Go get it ,bag it up
Then I put it on the shelf
I'm him, I can't be nobody else
Hell yeah, I been him, they already know why

Took off like a jet, they know I been fly
No limit like P with my head in the sky
And I been in my bag, you know I'm the guy
Cause I'm always in motion

Sipping that potion
Smoking them trees
Feel like I'm what's coasting
If it ain't about money

They say I be ghosting
If it ain't about money
Hell yeah, I be ghosting
Six-fo' on the feeda

With a bad señorita and a Rita
I'm sipping my drink
She sip margaritas
These niggas is watching

So my hand on my heater
Been talking my shit
I might need a breather
Now back to killing this shit

I been chilling this shit
Now I'm feeling this shit
Chicago rapping like I'm drilling and shit
Yeah, I'm still him, you ain't gotta ask

Call me Seymour, I'm the head of the class
Can't fuck with these dummies, I know they gon' crash
I'd rather keep grinding than get to that cash
These haters is mad, they can't hold them down

They call me the champ, I been going for rounds
These haters is mad, they can't hold me down
They call me the champ, I been doing
I'm him, I can't be nobody else

Mr. H-I-M
And I did it by myself
Go get it, bag it up
Then I put it on the shelf

I'm him
Yes sir
I can't be nobody else
I can't be nobody else

I can't be nobody else
I can't be nobody else

Written by:
Michael Caro

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