Sept. 96 by Gabriel James Lyrics
Damn
Here we go
K9INE, get it
Yeah
Anybody else that's coming for me getting bodied (uh)
No I cannot fuck with y'all no more because you not me (nah)
All you rappers like the head I get, fucking sloppy (woo)
Started as a hobby, but right now I'm feeling godly
I'm the one you sleeping on, feel at home when I'm on my shit (huh)
I'm just doing me so please just get up off my dick (huh)
All of y'all looking small to me but it's no biggie (nah)
I'm the guy they call but I pick up like "bitch I'm busy" (phone ring)
Sorry man I gotta go, sorry I got shit to do
Running out of fucks to give, I have none to give to you
All of this is getting old, best believe this isn't new
None of y'all can see me though, I look at you I'm seeing through
Homie you can't see me (nah), homie you can't be me (nah)
Tried to get in underground but I saw y'all beneath me (goddamn)
I've been tryna get it since September '96 (woo)
They cannot forget it, they remember I'm the shit, bitch
(96, 96, 96, tryna get it)
Get me a cup and I fill to the brim
Shooting your shot you get blocked at the rim
Feel like Dikembe, oh no not today
Wildin' out, Bobby Boucher
You know the name, I am Gabriel James
Get outta the way man just stay in your lane
I am the man and these bitches all know that
Drinking corona and rocking a throwback
I know they mad because I'm who they wanna be
I do not fuck with these stupid ass drama queens
I'm in the matrix, I'm dodging their shots at me
Either you follow me or you can swallow me
Upcoming prodigy, I know I gotta be
I am so cold, but no one is hot as me
Stealing your shine like hoe this a robbery
(Stealing your shine like hoe this a robbery) (gun cock)
I am just sick of their arrogance (uh)
Team on my back yeah I carry em
Killing these rappers my Halloween scary shit
Send my condolences, killed it and buried it
Look at me funny like what's so hilarious?
How do you want it, the outcomes are various
Riding around in my whip like a chariot
Tryna blow up like a terrorist (explosion)
Sorry I just cannot fuck with y'all (nah)
You ain't really bout it, I do not feel you at all (goddamn)
I've been tryna get it since September '96 (right)
They cannot forget it they remember I'm the shit, bitch
(96)
Here we go
K9INE, get it
Yeah
Anybody else that's coming for me getting bodied (uh)
No I cannot fuck with y'all no more because you not me (nah)
All you rappers like the head I get, fucking sloppy (woo)
Started as a hobby, but right now I'm feeling godly
I'm the one you sleeping on, feel at home when I'm on my shit (huh)
I'm just doing me so please just get up off my dick (huh)
All of y'all looking small to me but it's no biggie (nah)
I'm the guy they call but I pick up like "bitch I'm busy" (phone ring)
Sorry man I gotta go, sorry I got shit to do
Running out of fucks to give, I have none to give to you
All of this is getting old, best believe this isn't new
None of y'all can see me though, I look at you I'm seeing through
Homie you can't see me (nah), homie you can't be me (nah)
Tried to get in underground but I saw y'all beneath me (goddamn)
I've been tryna get it since September '96 (woo)
They cannot forget it, they remember I'm the shit, bitch
(96, 96, 96, tryna get it)
Get me a cup and I fill to the brim
Shooting your shot you get blocked at the rim
Feel like Dikembe, oh no not today
Wildin' out, Bobby Boucher
You know the name, I am Gabriel James
Get outta the way man just stay in your lane
I am the man and these bitches all know that
Drinking corona and rocking a throwback
I know they mad because I'm who they wanna be
I do not fuck with these stupid ass drama queens
I'm in the matrix, I'm dodging their shots at me
Either you follow me or you can swallow me
Upcoming prodigy, I know I gotta be
I am so cold, but no one is hot as me
Stealing your shine like hoe this a robbery
(Stealing your shine like hoe this a robbery) (gun cock)
I am just sick of their arrogance (uh)
Team on my back yeah I carry em
Killing these rappers my Halloween scary shit
Send my condolences, killed it and buried it
Look at me funny like what's so hilarious?
How do you want it, the outcomes are various
Riding around in my whip like a chariot
Tryna blow up like a terrorist (explosion)
Sorry I just cannot fuck with y'all (nah)
You ain't really bout it, I do not feel you at all (goddamn)
I've been tryna get it since September '96 (right)
They cannot forget it they remember I'm the shit, bitch
(96)