Roc Marciano - Here I Am lyrics

[Intro] Chef up for this n***a Why don't you throw me some baking soda Some haze too Yeah n***a Hm [Verse 1] Uh, we chef'ing up Who you think you impress when you dressing up? (Uh) Stick your chest out you get your breast cut Get off my left nut I pull a 7 up Ya'll ain't said much My young n***as head hunt Have your sh** looking like egg foo young (mmmm) Ya'll finished or ya'll done? ??I might done you with the small bun?? My man brung the drum Let's give the drummer some Rum-pum pum pum I let a hot one run in your cummerbund Blood was all on his tux bu*toned up His buddies thought he might eat a few, he was muscular But he didn't, finish I had the mask on I had to just lift it to let him know who did this (I did this) I ate your food, it was delicious My Haitian b**h, she doing voodoo with the chickens Pinky ring and Cartier ingot king sh** Full length mink sh**, [?] (yeah) Fly shooters in from Kingston with the things gripped Itchy trigger finger tips, two Gucci wingtips All my j**lery clean b**h You see this sh**? [Interlude] You see me? Check me out Check me out b**h n***a I'm back Marc Baby Charge for interviews too Yeah, five bands Just to sit down And bust it up f** out of here [Verse 2] Uh, hate it or love it I'm just laying in comfort I made the punches in the rubber Timb Duck Ends I did my numbers while you was in the tub with rubber ducklings (uhhh) I was on some rubber glove sh** Pumping fish, pockets lumpy like pufferfish The pump was in the truck, my leather looking like pumpkin skin We hustled in the Comfort Inn, I still got one foot in This is my life, look how wonderful it is Bulletproof the Benz, this Rosebudd's Revenge This where your road ends, I put that on my gold Rolex Who knows what's next I'm here with moguls sniffing coke on the desk I never copped my blow compressed, it stretched, it stretched Silk windbreakers and BM's racing Maybe they ???? like Jason Statham Paper chasing, Ducati shades for aviation, out the atrium They say he a pimp, get money out a b**h off a corner like a ATM (hahaha) Get money out a b**h out the corner like a ATM (hahaha) [Outro] Yeah boy, can't make no sh** up Don't ever get it f**ed up boyee Pimpstead boyee sh** is j**lery n***a Could wear this n***a Could wear my rhymes boyee