Who I Am

Hold up... slow up... wait a minute... while I count up these bucks
Claim she got a man... so faithful... round me... ma you will get bust
Son't really give a fuck... never did
All my life known to handle buss
Rolling papers want smoke with Wiz Taylor Gang
More tailor made
Lost friends yet still paid
Smoke sessions no V.I.P plan to fly west mobb with V.I.P
Its a few hoes on my T.I.P
Aint shit change but the address
Motivated at times stress
Lil brah facing a test
Lock down behind state walls
Flex season don't need a reason
Why they stay hating all jealous
Pop rozay on cloudy days
Hookah lit gold on my wrist
Gold diggers out to suck my dick
Can't believe what a wonder day
Shower them Moet champagne
YOLO live a fast life
Told the devil i'll do it twice
Relationship not good at those
Man of my city
Either friend or foe
Biggie smalls I love the dough
Talk Meek Mill... talk Rick Ross... talk Loso
Talk Stack Bundles
So NY... so east coast... I'm from Yonkers... no fucking wonder



Credits
Writer(s): Goodman
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