I Am - Rod Wave (lyrics) [Intro] (You\u0027ll fly too if you link up with Frenchie) (Who that? Trell?) Uh, ayy, what the business is? Ayy, what the business is? [Verse 1] Got a two-hundred box of purple, another hundred comin\u0027 Got a hundred box of green goin\u0027 to the country Told Fat, \u0022Come get the trap, and ya don\u0027t owe me nothin\u0027\u0022 Don\u0027t let these niggas kill ya \u0027bout this dirty money Don\u0027t let these niggas kill ya \u0027bout no fuckin\u0027 change These people, they do anything for the fame These people, they put anything on my name But it\u0027s okay, yeah, it\u0027s okay [Chorus] \u0027Cause I am a motherfuckin\u0027 bottom boy survivor And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they ride to And l am the chosen one, the only one they bankin\u0027 on (And this is) That real shit, that raw shit, they waitin\u0027 on (On) And if your glass want you? Uh, uh, they waitin\u0027 on Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (And if your glass want you?) They waitin\u0027 on, they waitin\u0027 on, they waitin\u0027 on You might also like War Wounds Rod Wave Look At Me Momma Rod Wave Mainstay Rod Wave [Verse 2] Damn, Flip, dog, I miss ya, nigga, time flies I gotta keep myself busy to keep it off my mind I got a temper like my daddy, you can say it\u0027s true But you know that I got that Godfather shit from you Run the streets like the mafia, go home and eat Tilapia Or baked chicken with the cream sauce This ten milli\u0027ll cut your dreams short, uh Ridin\u0027 with my youngin, he got somethin\u0027 that\u0027ll lift your stomach If I sing it or I sung it, best believe, I done it If your trap ain\u0027t jumpin\u0027, you should let us run it A old nigga\u0027ll get tied up if he get in the way I was born a belt boy, the mafia run the game [Chorus] And I am a motherfuckin\u0027 bottom boy survivor And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they ride to And l am the chosen one, the only one they bankin\u0027 on And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they waiting on (On, and if your glass want you?) Uh, uh, uh, they waitin\u0027 on Uh, uh, uh, they waitin\u0027 on (On, and if your glass want you?) Uh, uh, uh, come on (Look), come on [Verse 3] Try and follow me home (Come on), I\u0027m in the rearview Feds had followed me \u0027round Deep cover shit, nigga Fuck that other shit, nigga Made a hundred this year, and you can call my bluff Crazy as it sound, I\u0027ll break it down Made a fifty on the road, doin\u0027 shows, sellin\u0027 clothes Made a five in the spot sellin\u0027 exotic \u0027bowls Made a dub middle-mannin\u0027 Kante for the lows Now add a dub to that number that I told ya before They in the club throwin\u0027 ones, but I can\u0027t get wit\u0027 it I\u0027m in the office plannin\u0027, talkin\u0027, I\u0027m goin\u0027 for the billy Cuz screamin\u0027 out, \u0022Belt,\u0022 snatch the streets by they britches Get right or get left, these niggas know the business [Outro] Sweet loyalty to the Don is strong, mind if it ain\u0027t Corson? Then they gotta bury Corson He was the best guy around What about the people he murdered? What murder? (Tahj Money)