Who I Am
My crodie's doing seven, shit got sticky in a jam...
He confessed it to the reverend, he stayed solid on the stand...
The pain that I done went through you just wouldn't understand...
And I hate it that I love it but it made me who I am
Yeah it made me who I am
It made me tell the difference from the phoney's to the fam
I'm sorry for the distance I'ma be there when I land
Cuz I'm busy on my fly shit I just blew a couple bands
Its me and Biggie blowing loud!
I could pay the rent for months with just a week in Owen Sound
Nightmares I'm falling off, cuz then who gone hold it down?
Half these mandem in the streets? They couldn't flip a quarter pound
Is you fried mothafucka? You can get the Big Mac
Bring the COKE with the COMBO, boy don't play with Spictac
Cuz I could do you super dirty, 50 bands will beat it up
Any boy can make a mess, it takes a man to clean it up
That's why I'm out here grinding, most you mans ain't even up!
Catch me in the city trapping with my middle finger up!
I don't trust NOBODY, I could feel it in my gut
And if they ask what I'm about then you can tell them shady fucks that
My crodie's doing seven, shit got sticky in a jam...
He confessed it to the reverend, he stayed solid on the stand...
The pain that I done went through you just wouldn't understand...
And I hate it that I love it but it made me who I am
Yeah it made me who I am
It made me tell the difference from the phoney's to the fam
I'm sorry for the distance I'ma be there when I land
Cuz I'm busy on my fly shit I just blew a couple bands
He confessed it to the reverend, he stayed solid on the stand...
The pain that I done went through you just wouldn't understand...
And I hate it that I love it but it made me who I am
Yeah it made me who I am
It made me tell the difference from the phoney's to the fam
I'm sorry for the distance I'ma be there when I land
Cuz I'm busy on my fly shit I just blew a couple bands
Its me and Biggie blowing loud!
I could pay the rent for months with just a week in Owen Sound
Nightmares I'm falling off, cuz then who gone hold it down?
Half these mandem in the streets? They couldn't flip a quarter pound
Is you fried mothafucka? You can get the Big Mac
Bring the COKE with the COMBO, boy don't play with Spictac
Cuz I could do you super dirty, 50 bands will beat it up
Any boy can make a mess, it takes a man to clean it up
That's why I'm out here grinding, most you mans ain't even up!
Catch me in the city trapping with my middle finger up!
I don't trust NOBODY, I could feel it in my gut
And if they ask what I'm about then you can tell them shady fucks that
My crodie's doing seven, shit got sticky in a jam...
He confessed it to the reverend, he stayed solid on the stand...
The pain that I done went through you just wouldn't understand...
And I hate it that I love it but it made me who I am
Yeah it made me who I am
It made me tell the difference from the phoney's to the fam
I'm sorry for the distance I'ma be there when I land
Cuz I'm busy on my fly shit I just blew a couple bands
Credits
Writer(s): Ariel Martins
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