Drew Famous - Dwayne / Larry (feat. Levi Hinson) Lyrics

If you say that you the shit then you the shit
It don't matter if you going through some shit or losing shit
Everybody got some shit, big or minuscule shit
We gon' turn that into something, everybody uses it

Cause I'm the shit, and ain't no one gon' tell me that I'm not
I'm the shit, for everyone that's focused on the top
You the shit, put the hours in we never gon' stop
On lock, life is nonstop, fire on the rocks
I'm the shit, and ain't no one gon' tell me that I'm not
I'm the shit, for everyone that's focused on the top
You the shit, put the hours in we never gon' stop
On lock, life is nonstop, fire on the rocks

I might be different than you think I am
I play the tough guy, but I might blow away with the wind
I got a lot up in my head, light it up to slow it down
Everyone ain't out to get me, I'm too focused on the crown
Touch my team, I'ma spark shit, speak on me, I might get lost in
Everything you right about, go tear me down, but I won't talk it
I don't open up to no one, they ain't know me like I know me
Stubborn as f*ck, pushing people away keep me lonely
I might interrupt you too quick, gotta cut right through the bullshit
I'm impatient, I ain't waiting for nothing, you probably knew this
As a kid I told myself I'd make it happen 'fore I graduate
But that was last week, and I'm still nothing, f*ck it, I'm too late
Promise I won't ever be what you want me to be
I'm just me, tell me not to, I'll figure it out with ease
And I'll laugh about it, scratch it out if it ain't necessary
Stress about nothing, 'less it's extra it ain't pressure

I'm the shit, and ain't no one gon' tell me that I'm not
I'm the shit, for everyone that's focused on the top
You the shit, put the hours in we never gon' stop
On lock, life is nonstop, fire on the rocks
I'm the shit, and ain't no one gon' tell me that I'm not
I'm the shit, for everyone that's focused on the top
You the shit, put the hours in we never gon' stop
On lock, life is nonstop, fire on the rocks, I'm the shit

Anxious and impatient, but f*ck it, off to the races
I don't say shit 'less I'm spoken to, best to watch what you're saying
If you say you swear to God then I hope he answers your prayers
Cause I maintain a vocation of slaying for entertainment
Lately shit isn't working, I sit in my room and curse
F*ck I gotta be doing to break through a single verse
Shit, I took a trip to locations in upper parts of the earth
And I still feel like a failure, riding inside this hearse of anxiety
Like to lie to me, I think I need privacy
Every place that I go, all my demons decide to follow me
Ever since my sobriety bribing me, when I'm sitting here idly
In the midst of monotony, my temptations be trying me
Pridefully, I be falling and shit but honestly
How I'ma be the leader of this rap shit if I'm constantly
Caught up in contradiction and competition, I'm probably
The greatest in this of all time, in my rhymes (I'm the shit)

I'm the shit, and ain't no one gon' tell me that I'm not
I'm the shit, for everyone that's focused on the top
You the shit, put the hours in we never gon' stop
On lock, life is nonstop, fire on the rocks
I'm the shit, and ain't no one gon' tell me that I'm not
I'm the shit, for everyone that's focused on the top
You the shit, put the hours in we never gon' stop
On lock, life is nonstop, fire on the rocks, I'm the shit

No matter who you think I am
The words you may have heard from them
I'm not at all
(One more time)
No matter who you think I am
The words you may have heard from them
I'm not at all

Look, where I'm gon' run when the world go underwater
Who I'm gon' trust when the liars look like martyrs
Why do I meet roadblocks when the road keeps going farther
Pay no attention to the laws until I'm facing front your honor
I need all of what you can get, addicted to the dangerous ways you can live
I don't act for nothing but a candid
I don't put on faces for the cameras, I cannot be managed
Managers put lines next to my pen to keep me dampened
I demand we stop ignoring what's put right in front our eyes
They dressing up the truth, I see through all of their disguise
What's the fine line between what they call real and what's transparent
It's a blessing to present, I wish they handed up the answers
I got Polo drawers on, swear I'm more gone
Dressed like a thief, but suspended with uniforms on
Don't trust what you see, they cover up to keep their pours clogged
I go everywhere without my door locked
Motherf*cker, I am no god