Royce Da 5'9 - I'm Me (Freestyle) video free download

Yeah, I got money on my mind

That's why I'm twice on my grind

I'm nice 'cause I rhyme

Like it's my life on that line

The second I'm provoked, I snap

And to a point that ain't controllable

Then it's either war or another quotable

Don't let me get a hold of you dudes

I murder you on camera

Get Kelly's lawyer

And get a mole removed

I probably shouldn't have said that

Fuk y'all, on the record, off the record

If I'm on a record, I'ma off the record

I need a push when I'm tired of rhymin'

Go ahead and diss me

'Cause me and George Bush got a lot in common

We both got no sense, we love to go to war

And we stay lookin' for weapons of mass destruction

This industry is Hillary Clinton, literally, listen

You ain't got no choice now

Roll wit a niqqa if you twisted enough

To picture a devil mixed

With an angel that's sick

Drunk inside a Range Ro', that's this

Wish I could stick every rapper in this b!tch

In the building, let them cypher while I fly a plane through that b!tch

'Cause I hate y'all, I'm tri-polar with the eightball

I want you on my album, I pull out the K and make y'all

In case y'all -- wanna share my light

I'ma tell it like it is

Fuk it, it's my Jeremiah right

I'm a motherfuking problem

I don't care if y'all don't like

Times three, niqqa, I'm me, niqqa

Big d!ck, b!tch, big balls

We the kind that supply the rock like Chris Paul

The same kind that aim nines, insane conscience

And then we get rid of the rock, like DeWayne Johnson

Ladykiller, the fly version of Orenthal

If you ain't got no DUI's

Then you probably a corn ball

Wittiest; if you call a laptop a labtop

You sound like a scientist, but you probably an idiot

Your stories ain't holdin' up

Y'all niqqas lying got me thinkin'

Y'all are either too young or y'all ain't old enough

Niqqas said, when Royce gonna stop beefin' with rappers

B!tch, when Hell freeze over, and Wayne sober up

By the way, fuk all DJ's (I'm just kiddin')

I just threw that in there to get y'all attention

No intention to ever die, niqqa, life too sweet

Two words for who don't like me: "fight" and "me"

I take care of my family

They say do the kid rock, like Pam Lee?

The answer is yes, and I invest

It takes money to make money

So I make green off green like Stan Lee

Smart sh!t, I ain't got beef with no Joe Budden

Y'all gonna get one of these niqqas killed tryin' to start sh!t

Niqqas hire muscle 'cause living is a privilege

Only rapper I admire for his strength is Xzibit

I kill you right away

Soon as you cross

Go head, you got the right-of-way

Give a niqqa iron like vitamin, play

I will ride up in broad day

And night a niqqa day

Drunk, I'm a recovering out patient

You at the top, you shot, your spot is now taken

Psychotic is the ploy, how the fuk you rappin' and you gay

And you been spotted with a boy, like a Dalmatian

I switch up, I probably be instantly sellin'

Got a clip full of pellets, known as MC repellant

Why you talkin' about your money

And I can't have none of it?

I hit a niqqa low

Just for the sad fun of it

I will never lose, never lost

I'ma prove it, except for my virginity

But I was tryin' to lose it

I be on some Tom Cruise sh!t

Standin' on the couch in the club

Laughing about my dime new chick

She the sh!t, but if you ask us, she useless

I'm in the pocket 'cause I got a rocket down under like Houston

So I'm a keep being me, and you should keep being you

If being you offends me, indeed it's gonna be me and you

But understand if it's that, it's either gonna be me or you

So pump your brakes before I do you like I got a key to you

Shut your power off, I'm G-A-N-G-S-T-R, yes we are