"Who I Am" lyrics
(Gfelds on the beat)
I'm chillin', just get to know me
8 block shit, shout out Kobe
Yeah, come on
(Gentle Beatz)
Run it up, nigga
Yeah, come on (Yeah), yeah, uh-huh (Yeah)
I'm chillin', just get to know me
8 block shit, shout out Kobe
It feel like I won a trophy
I'm cool if you never below me
High tolerance, I'm overdosin'
I'm always over loadin'
It take lil' longer flowin'
AP gang, my shit on me
We made niggas run laps
Everybody gotta pay they tax
I'm high, so I can't relax
Bad bitch tryna get me clapped
Paranoid, so I keep the strap
Try to get me, get put on his back
I'm really outside in the 'jects
I'm on Yale, pull around to the back
We turn shit sad days
My gun got a bad age
My son would've been like three
My bitch got a public page
She want niggas in her face
She mine, but she really gay
I like when she bring hoes
I hate when she goin' away
I really like nasty hoes
Street bitch and classy hoes
I love me a trapper bitch
At the crib, I got hella 'bows
I can't give the guys the lo'
I don't want my fam' to know
I don't bring cameras in
Hit the road, bringin' grams home
I'm still puttin' loaf aside
Gang baby 'nem love to ride
They dressed for a whole month straight
All black with they fingers tied
Tryna catch them a nigga outside
It's bad if you get out of line
They ain't really thinkin' 'bout jail
They crashin' with grams behind
Roll it up, nigga, we come hard, R-E-S-P-E-C-T (Uh)
Been doin' this shit for a while, I'm humble if you can't see
Told Smooch to chill, he been downin' bars, that type of shit make him don't eat
I like doin' them 30s, for real, for real, if it's 10, bet my shit pink
He can try if he want, I'll be clear with this shit, I could swear it ain't nothin' 'bout me sweet
I've been smokin' them niggas a minute ago on the game, now I'm deep in the street
Don't gang bang, I'm really just rappin' the book, I don't want them to be like me
Don't ever go through my phone, I'm tellin' you now, gon' be days before you could eat
I'm chillin', just get to know me
8 block shit, shout out Kobe
It feel like I won a trophy
I'm cool if you never below me
High tolerance, I'm overdosin'
I'm always over loadin'
It take lil' longer flowin'
AP gang, my shit on me
We made niggas run laps
Everybody gotta pay they tax
I'm high, so I can't relax
Bad bitch tryna get me clapped
Paranoid, so I keep the strap
Try to get me, get put on his back
I'm really outside in the 'jects
I'm on Yale, pull around to the back
I'm chillin', just get to know me
8 block shit, shout out Kobe
Yeah, come on
(Gentle Beatz)
Run it up, nigga
Yeah, come on (Yeah), yeah, uh-huh (Yeah)
I'm chillin', just get to know me
8 block shit, shout out Kobe
It feel like I won a trophy
I'm cool if you never below me
High tolerance, I'm overdosin'
I'm always over loadin'
It take lil' longer flowin'
AP gang, my shit on me
We made niggas run laps
Everybody gotta pay they tax
I'm high, so I can't relax
Bad bitch tryna get me clapped
Paranoid, so I keep the strap
Try to get me, get put on his back
I'm really outside in the 'jects
I'm on Yale, pull around to the back
We turn shit sad days
My gun got a bad age
My son would've been like three
My bitch got a public page
She want niggas in her face
She mine, but she really gay
I like when she bring hoes
I hate when she goin' away
I really like nasty hoes
Street bitch and classy hoes
I love me a trapper bitch
At the crib, I got hella 'bows
I can't give the guys the lo'
I don't want my fam' to know
I don't bring cameras in
Hit the road, bringin' grams home
I'm still puttin' loaf aside
Gang baby 'nem love to ride
They dressed for a whole month straight
All black with they fingers tied
Tryna catch them a nigga outside
It's bad if you get out of line
They ain't really thinkin' 'bout jail
They crashin' with grams behind
Roll it up, nigga, we come hard, R-E-S-P-E-C-T (Uh)
Been doin' this shit for a while, I'm humble if you can't see
Told Smooch to chill, he been downin' bars, that type of shit make him don't eat
I like doin' them 30s, for real, for real, if it's 10, bet my shit pink
He can try if he want, I'll be clear with this shit, I could swear it ain't nothin' 'bout me sweet
I've been smokin' them niggas a minute ago on the game, now I'm deep in the street
Don't gang bang, I'm really just rappin' the book, I don't want them to be like me
Don't ever go through my phone, I'm tellin' you now, gon' be days before you could eat
I'm chillin', just get to know me
8 block shit, shout out Kobe
It feel like I won a trophy
I'm cool if you never below me
High tolerance, I'm overdosin'
I'm always over loadin'
It take lil' longer flowin'
AP gang, my shit on me
We made niggas run laps
Everybody gotta pay they tax
I'm high, so I can't relax
Bad bitch tryna get me clapped
Paranoid, so I keep the strap
Try to get me, get put on his back
I'm really outside in the 'jects
I'm on Yale, pull around to the back
