Here Lyrics

[Hook: Tireek]
I just came to make it clear
Bitch we here
Ask me how I feel, man of the year
Got the crowd screaming yeah, hands in the air
Bitch we here
Bitch we here
Bitch we here
Yeah (3x)

[Verse 1: Lonely Leonard]
Pretty little mama, told her bring that ass here
Said i'm way more famous than I was last year
I'm the realest nigga out here I don't got no time for fears
Hoe you got it f*cked up, shawty let me make it clear
Said I get to the bag, never relax
Run up the digits the kid doing laps
Cup full of henny go straight down the hatch
Don't drink too much, don't know how to act
Fly as a bat, I live for the night
Murder the cat, cause that what she like
Reppin the room, plus i'm off shrooms
Mario, she go down on the pipe
Fact just turned into fiction, this life just never seem that realistic
Never imagined I would be that nigga, sike i'm just kiddin I knew I was hot
All I wanted was hoes and a watch
Now i'm gunnin for those at the top
Nigga I got the juice like Shabbat
f*ck with these thots but never the ops
Huh, back in high school they said you won't be nothin
I said i'll be the greatest they said bro stop frontin
I'll catch up with the hoes that didn't let me f*ck and
Have a big ass orgy and still two pump chump it
Nigga i'm on

[Hook: Tireek]
I just came to make it clear
Bitch we here
Ask me how I feel, man of the year
Got the crowd screaming yeah, hands in the air
Bitch we here
Bitch we here
Bitch we here
Yeah (3x)

[Verse 2: Rozotadi]
Definitely not a mistake that we here
Rozotadi got a great set of ears
Big sober boi could rival a deer
Or any motherf*cker
With a beat That can make stank face
Like a squirrel in a skunk race
Can you bump this
From yah compass
Are you bumpkis
Do you really think that I'm frontin
Can you guess where we running
I don't think you can
You not the type to think enough
You scared of heights that Jesus touched
No such thing as way to much
Be damned if I could leave enough
Can't take what you buy
So I'm leaving love
Looking for highs In females touches
Children's smiles
And regal substance
Have you ever had a dream about the gods
Could you believe I'm one of grand robustness
Everyone on my team gotta carry a cutlass
Out here workin 3 jobs and let me tell you
It was all in living color
We made look like some butter
Shawtys wanna throw cudder
But I gotta call my mother

[Hook: Tireek]
I just came to make it clear
Bitch we here
Ask me how I feel, man of the year
Got the crowd screaming yeah, hands in the air
Bitch we here
Bitch we here
Bitch we here
Yeah (3x)

[Verse 3: Tireek]
Ain't nobody as fresh as me
Walk up in the building so fresh, so clean
Warning y'all now don't test my team
Cause you hold no threat when the scope on beam
Out the projects because of the projects
Now all of my problems been turning to profit
The boy is a prophet, just look at the progress
The money been piling, my pockets be wildin'
I could go harder but I'm being generous
After the knowledge and power etcetera
Came in the building to switch up the rhetoric
Put some respect on your veterans
Room 4, applying the pressure
Room 4, leave y'all on the stretcher
Room 4, gon be here forever
Room 4, be the x and the treasure
Bitch!

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