Who I Am

I just ran up twenty racks right off a scam
Imma still go shoot my shot girl fuck your man
I'll smoke the whole pack, I ain't never pooped no xan
She say imma player, but she don't know who I am
I drop the baddest bitch, I ain't on no average shit
Money and family coming first, I had to establish it
And looking back on where I came from, I ain't start with shit
And all the people who did me wrong started getting apologetic

I'm the one who kept it hunnit with these niggas
Pillow talking to a bitch, oh you a silly nigga?
I smile up in they face but to be honest I don't feel em
But the last time they did that Shit, I wanted to go and kill em
Call my hitters, I really want the opps dead
They got that boy up in a station, now he turn fed
Even if I'm down to my last Ten K, I'm splitting bread
Ion really wanna talk but baby can you give me head
She wanna get flown out, looking at my phone now
Baby bottle with me I just had to pour a four now
She loving my cologne yea, did it on my own yea
You acting like my bro but ion even fucking know ya

I just ran up twenty racks right off a scam
Imma still go shoot my shot girl fuck your man
I'll smoke the whole pack, I ain't never pooped no xan
She say imma player, but she don't know who I am
I just ran up twenty racks right off a scam
Imma still go shoot my shot girl fuck your man
I'll smoke the whole pack, I ain't never pooped no xan
She say imma player, but she don't know who I am

She wanna get flown out, looking at my phone now
Baby bottle with me I just had to pour a four now
She loving my cologne yea, did it on my own yea
You acting like my bro but ion even fucking know ya



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Writer(s): Rabeea Jizani
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