I'm Heavy - Jon Connor, Mistah F.A.B.

Ah, look, barshit, the code that I live by

Finally made it every nigga in the crib by

Bad bitches, every chick up in the crib by

You fucking clown, I’ll show you how to live life

All this hard work done paid off

This how you live when y’all don’t take no fucking days off

Eyes red, studio I’m working long shift

You beefing over her, you’re fucking with the wrong bitch

Heavy, heavy.

Real nigga chronicals

I tell them vamonos, now they falling like dominos

I’m everywhere, looking for me like tryina find a ghost

She give me brain like this hoe is on a honor roll

Real shit, my life been on some ill shit

Since Mo Cleavs told me nigga go and kill shit

So give me life for this shit I write

Lock me up

Sit back and watch me maseratti pick the bodies up

(Hook)

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy in this biatch

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy on them all

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy in this biatch

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy on them all

It’s fly city, to the best

I wake up and grind hard everyday, let's do it

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy in this biatch

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy on them all

Jeanine Scott someone speak Fred Flintstone

Grind through them flint holes,

With the window down with no tints on

They don’t know me like John B,

Then I pulled up with John C,

At the club and pop that dime piece

I’m a king, like Martin

And man, where I go, I’m heavy

Big ol' chain, and a 7

Pull up in that chevy, moving d, rest in peace in heaven

Money talking coming quick fast

Ride so fast that you whip glass dream bout getting money

Better go with your bitch ass

I round them up, round them up

Dts she down to fuck

This white she see dts, she said what’s that

Down to suck

Yeah, let’s get it, rather snap back in that fitty

Don’t matter man, wherever man

I’ma represent for my city

No matter how they open, please don’t think that I’m joking

Yeah that molly got it rolling

In full bus she on the open, yeah

I fuck with shooters holler reggie

And you don’t want these problems boy

Cause you’re not rolling heavy

(Hook)

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy in this biatch

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy on them all

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy in this biatch

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy on them all

It’s fly city, to the best

I wake up and grind hard everyday, let's do it

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy in this biatch

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy on them all

See now these niggas is hating

And all these hoes they be watching

I hit my folks out in callie

They told me let’s get it popping

Lame niggas be blocking,

Because they bitches be jocking

Killing rappers is easy, cause most these niggas is garbage

I call them sons of bitches but I blame that on they fathers

Now every city them hoes, making it clap, they applaud us

I hope my mama forgive me, I’m hitting somebody’s daughter

They be looking for balers, in vip with the starters

Shit I’m happy out here, they don’t know what to call it

Time is money my nigga, why the fuck is you stalling

Trading paper for plastic, shit won’t fit in my wallet

2 bad bitches ass sick, call that shit a ménage us

Wanna roll with the bosses, see the club that I work

So spread your legs in the office, so why the fuck is we talking

Me and my nigga Mistah Fab grind it hard to get it

Now we living every minute, and don’t know nothing different

Cause biatch

(Hook)

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy in this biatch

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy on them all

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy in this biatch

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy on them all

It’s fly city, to the best

I wake up and grind hard everyday, let's do it

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy in this biatch

I’m heavy, I’m heavy, I’m heavy on them all