Noble Lyfe - Hymn (Winners Anthem) Lyrics

People on the internet talking bout'
He not this or he not that
Bitch I'm Him
Look at my smile
Look at my hair
Look at this fit
It's not fair
Cus I'm that nigga
I'm a smooth mother shut your mouth
Let my nuts hang out
Chapped lips don't get fed on this boulevard
Diamonds dancing and never went to Juliard
Dick in they mouth but I ain't tripping cus it do be hard
That's lyfe, they left cash right
My style that's tight
I'm him that's right
I serve only the finest clientele
You see my ops they'll tell you Noble Lyfe Is fly as hell
Who this bumping through ya speaker
This exotic lady pleaser
I peep her then make spicy like I put paprika
I got a shooter we call him a thot
Cus he gone hit on anybody that be moving hot
I had stop trapping wasn't really cashin out
Bunch a bad drivers all my niggas crashin out
Look at my smile
Look at my hair
Look at this fit
It's not fair
Cus I'm that nigga
And I am him
Cus I'm that nigga
And I am him
Cus I'm that nigga
And I am him
Cus I'm that nigga
And I am him
Cus I'm that