Sencillo / Pista

I Might Be

LaRussell, Wiz Khalifa, & Mike G Beatz•Audio Oficial (YouTube API)

Letras

Mm-mm, same gang

With the same gang

I'm always with the same gang

I'm always with the same gang (I don't want the beat if it ain't Mike G)

And I don't even want the bitch if she don't like weed

I dropped the top on a warm day with a nice breeze

I roll up a fat J, that's a tight squeeze

I've been doin' the same thing since I was 19

A young nigga, big chain and a white tee

Always did my own thing so they don't like me

Am I really a boss? Hell yeah, I might be

I see another million dollars, that's a light week

I'll make a movie, all I need is the right beat

I'll take a girl out the country let her sight-see

You got all your dawgs with you 'cause your flight cheap

I got all my dawgs with me, yeah, this side deep

When you this real you ain't gotta worry 'bout streams

When you a OG, you try to build the team

Don't throw it in they face, get it behind the scenes

I fell asleep on the jet, that's a billion dollar dream

Kickin' it with my two kids, that's a picture-perfect evenin'

Wake up and get to work, I don't even need a reason

Start up another business got me lookin' like a genius

My car go fast, I don't need the keys, and

She gon' give the whole thing up, she ain't teasin'

Told 'em I was gon' to do it, but damn, they ain't believe him

Now I got cribs for every season

And I don't even want the bitch if she don't like weed

I dropped the top on a warm day with a nice breeze

I roll up a fat J, that's a tight squeeze

I've been doin' the same since I was 19

A young nigga, big chain and a white tee

Always did my own thing, so they don't like me

Am I really a boss? Hell yeah, I might be (ay)

Am I really a boss? Hell yeah, I might be

Remember all I ever wanted was a hunnid bands?

Been hustlin' since Raj made "Running Man"

I'm spreadin' love, I ain't walkin' around with gun in hand

I'm tryna drop my daughter off and make a hunnid bands

I get this life what I can, let go what I can't

This a fresh coat, blow on the paint

I make a band do my dance, do it for Saint

How I get this far Indie? Did what they can't

It's not too many feelings, better than feelin' the bank

If niggas had to feel my shoes, they probably faint

I give thanks to the Lord, he blessin' me heavy

All I wanted was some hos in a box Chevy

I guess the goals that I set was smaller than me

I was a leader 'fore I had niggas followin' me

They like the internet, they follow a G

Send and reflect on my life as I swallow my tea