Who It Is

When you see me in public

You know that I'm clutching

It ain't no discussion
Unless its about money
You know that I'm hustling
Told the plug give me double
Cuz his prices are lovely
Vacuum seals getting busted
The house smelling musty
I'm stuffing a Dutches
Waking up to a play
In the morning
Break out the scale
While I'm yawning

Picked up some weight
Now I'm important
Big purple buds
Call it Barney

I ate off the floor
In the trenches
White residue on my dishes
They love me
For dropping the ticket
I love em for seeing my vision

Started with nothing
But pains from the hunger
Now everyday I chase a mil
My bag getting bigger
My gas in a jar like a pickle
Bae I'm a big deal
They tell me I made it like will

How when I'm still in the field
Dodging the snakes and the rats
With a knife for my back
With a clip full of steel
All gas no yield
I gotta keep going don't stop
Avoiding blue lights
From the cops

Who want me lock
Cause my hair grew in locks
I look like the end of a mop
Come through Im clutching my stick
Cuban links dripped off my wrist
Gotta beat out that pack
Cant just wish for this shit

Everyday I take a risk
I do this shit here for my kids
They don't eat
Then I'm taking your shit
Pop at ya lip
Now you talk with a lisp
Turn yo head
Your bitch blow me a kiss

She been watching
My pockets and shit
She know you ain't nothing like this
Now when she go missing
She lost on the dick
Look at us
This is as good as it gets
We all out here tryna get rich

Get finessed if you new to this shit
You know who I am
So don't ask who it is
My lil dawg is my crip hit a lick
Bring it back bust it down
And show love to the clique

Jax Bros on 2 chain
Bitch I'm true to this shit
You know who I am
So don't ask who it is



Credits
Writer(s): Miguel Mobley
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