Switch (I'm the Shit)

Motherfucker

I'm the what I'm the I'm the who I'm the yeah

I'm the I'm the I'm the I'm the what

I'm the I'm the who

motherfucker I'm the shit yeah

I'm the I'm the I'm the I'm the what

I'm the I'm the who motherfucker I'm the shit yeah

Don't get it twisted now listen I spit it raw cause I'm gifted

I'm from the streets of 7 Kelly yeah

Where you minding I'm missing

We smok

ing on that bomb waiting

I blunt sweat like palm traders

Get the money on a daily

Someone's looked at my palm blaze

Uh oh here we go down is on a sick one

Haters in the crowds over now homie get some

Shit's done I'm a big gun

You like DMC bitch yeah but I

have to run

No fun when I run through it and gassing

No stress in my intentions

Southside when I run I move up

But the problem is

Blessing, battle tested, no questions, don't ask me shit about shit, what's on the pool

Bitch, when they see me, better see me with a full clip, bust quick, ain't shit without

Your homeboys, talking loud but you ain't making no noise, just a boy, you fucking with

A grown man, I'm a man that'll slap you with a grown hand, blown family, I'm try

ing to

Be the snowman, hit on that, only with a boy you can't fuck, I'm the, I'm the what, I'm

The, I'm the who, I'm the shhh, I'm the, I'm the, I'm the what, I'm the, I'm the who,

I'm the shit, yeah, I'm the, I'm the, I'm the, I'm the what, I'm the, I'm t

he motherfucker,

I'm the shit, yeah, I'm the, I'm the, I'm the, I'm the what, I'm the, I'm the who motherfucker,

I'm the shit, yeah

L to the A to the D to the Y, D

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E, I'm so fly, I play stick rules, don't even apply,

I spit fire on a track and I don't

even try, sick fuzzy, brows on fleek, and I'm not really

Caring what you think, lady dice, still don't strip, been rapping two years, you think I've

Made it this year, every time I get up on the mic, everybody acting like I'm the next

Best, I'm the yeah

An

d he never be the same, but you get me in your sights

And I'm never gonna stop until I see my name in lights

And I walk up in the studio and kill him on the mic

And I'm walking past your man and he break his neck like

It's not my fault that he see what he

like

Don't worry girl, he ain't my type

The fire that I spit is ice cold

Oh, I'm sorry

Was that too bold?

Call me Midas, everything I touch

Turn to gold

And you wanna know why?

I'm the, I'm the

I'm the what?

I'm the I'm the what?

I'm the shhh

I'm the

I'm

the what?

I'm the I'm the who?

I'm the shhh

I'm the I'm the I'm the wha?

I'm the I'm the who?

Mothafuckaaaa I'm the shhh

I'm the I'm the I'm the what?

I'm the I'm the who?

Mothafuckaaaa

I'm the shhhh

You know my beats don't attract no

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b's like that

Spit re

al shit, can't see my fans?

Have you peaked my plans you my pace?

30 people can't you see my face?

Walkin' through the yard with steel knives

Comin' for the city where the steel lies

With real lives, real lives, the real lives

Baby right here got thick thi

ghs, gotta go hard in the pink right now

That booty motherfucker brand like, with a mic like, lady that's like

City of the city, how you like me now? I knock the crowd, we stay so lit

Dubs go up when they hear me spit

I'm down a motherfucker, and I'm the m

otherfuckin' shit, yeah