[Verse 1:]
(I am your)
Inspirator, money motivator
The starter to your ignition, the engine and generator
Ho a** haters never got no place, they fall short
They don’t wanna listen to me and the robbery part (I am your)
I’m concrete from ma head to ma f**in feet
One of the solidest n***as that ever gon wanna meet (ugh)
Pick your pace up, pick your drug of choices
I can’t explain how I feelin now, I keep hearin voices (I am your)
Affiliationg to the real n***a, dese boys dance into ma neighbourhood
Making my descent on the flight, I’m your night light
When it come to hood sh** I’m your insight
(look)
(I am your)
Star in the 4th quarter,back boy slapper with a bad b**h winning (winning)
I’m you club investor line with a blow, quit playing shorty holla at a n***a though
(I am Your)
[Chorus:]
National d-boy, solo representer
Hustle all summer, and grind all winter [x2]
Never been a quitter, money motivator,real gouda getter
Hustle all summer, and grind all winter [x2]
[Verse 2:]
My money is jumbo, your money is frodo
Hoes go below the belt, that’s what I call a low blow
What else, Matter a fact I got hoes like a bell (like a bell?)
Cause I got stroke like Phelps, plus I smoke like Phelps (what else)
Smokin on some cheetah wid a bad senorita, body like guida but her face is way prettier
Hoes can't see her, even in their peripheral (I am your)
Yeah a guy on a steel wheel, tail on the star craft, foes on d back door
Double shot a yag land off, she’s not a lambo coupe, 3 for the energizer (I am your)
To the d**h I die wit this, real n***a from the grid, over s**er sh**
Always in the f**in mix, fixture in the hollar games, thick wit a harder chain
(I am Your)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Soundtrack to your life, man outta mice
Where a 20 year old key for starts, not a price
Where n***as dyin wit dice in the fields smoke pipes
The dirty, the musty,beany wearing types, yea (I am your)
Play where d girls walk, powered by d slay talk,mirrored like a mohawk
Flashy,push like a bullet trade
I’m a wrecker boy, man 5 wit d best trade
The pitter patter and chitter chatter don’t matter
When d clapper get to closin, d clatter dem got to scatter
I used to call an tell em rippers it’s a rap
Now come slippers, slide in
No strings attached, d n***as ESPN, never in d game (I am your)
They jus pokin
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
I am your
I am your