Who Am I
A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't tryna impress nobody
I ain't tryna stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
You the type to count a nigga pockets
You the type that can't keep his word
I'm the type to go smoke a blunt
And if I'm high enough I might sip the syrup
You ain't reall who ya say ya is
Livin' life with that mask on when them hunger pains
I'll have a savage nigga runnin' in yo shit
With no mast on, and I'm past gone
Not fearin' nobody from God, I speak this shit from my heart
Bitches and money tear niggas apart
I been this way from the start
Long road but I learned quick
Ya the type to always run yo mouth
Always talk about it but neva earn shit
I'm on my bridge, neva burn shit
Next to Diddy Kenny Burns shit
If ya don't know ya betta learn quick
I hold my hundreds with a firm grip
Always busy like the West End
Word out I'm the best in
Made the money counter my best friend
A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't tryna impress nobody
I ain't tryna stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
I'm just gon' ride for my niggas
I'm down to die for my niggas
Put my niggas on game, how to cut up
These millions, anybody a hitta
Give them a mission and pistol
Becos' ya come up and holla
That don't make ya my nigga
How many niggas ya owe, how many niggas ya know
That was like bruva befo' then fell out 'bout a ho
If I knew my nigga was gettin' high
Then he couldn't buy it from me
Ya my lil nigga, lil nigga money no value to me
I took lil Keion out the hood and changed his life for real
Ask him when ya can post up on this hill and go to Beverly Hills
It's on ya if ya ain't 'bout that action, then why the fuck ya lie?
If ya the realest nigga, then who the fuck am I?
A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't tryna impress nobody
I ain't tryna stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
I'm the type to put my niggas on
I'm the type that want to see ya rich
Ya the type to go blow yo check
Just for Instagram and a sneaky bitch
I'm the type to pull of the lot
Then look at yo then say ya can too
I can't wait for my nigga Bo
To bust down that block in a two door coupe
They go twelve higher than I eva been
Mambo hide that scale
Bitch I been a heavyweight
Ya niggas too frail
Ya might break my heart
But ya can't break this truth I tell
Real niggas do cry too
When my album drop I hope ya buy two
When it's all done I'ma die true
I said real niggas do try to
Hella naked bitches playin' Taboo
Done turned the mansion to a damn zoo
A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't tryna impress nobody
I ain't tryna stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't tryna impress nobody
I ain't tryna stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
You the type to count a nigga pockets
You the type that can't keep his word
I'm the type to go smoke a blunt
And if I'm high enough I might sip the syrup
You ain't reall who ya say ya is
Livin' life with that mask on when them hunger pains
I'll have a savage nigga runnin' in yo shit
With no mast on, and I'm past gone
Not fearin' nobody from God, I speak this shit from my heart
Bitches and money tear niggas apart
I been this way from the start
Long road but I learned quick
Ya the type to always run yo mouth
Always talk about it but neva earn shit
I'm on my bridge, neva burn shit
Next to Diddy Kenny Burns shit
If ya don't know ya betta learn quick
I hold my hundreds with a firm grip
Always busy like the West End
Word out I'm the best in
Made the money counter my best friend
A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't tryna impress nobody
I ain't tryna stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
I'm just gon' ride for my niggas
I'm down to die for my niggas
Put my niggas on game, how to cut up
These millions, anybody a hitta
Give them a mission and pistol
Becos' ya come up and holla
That don't make ya my nigga
How many niggas ya owe, how many niggas ya know
That was like bruva befo' then fell out 'bout a ho
If I knew my nigga was gettin' high
Then he couldn't buy it from me
Ya my lil nigga, lil nigga money no value to me
I took lil Keion out the hood and changed his life for real
Ask him when ya can post up on this hill and go to Beverly Hills
It's on ya if ya ain't 'bout that action, then why the fuck ya lie?
If ya the realest nigga, then who the fuck am I?
A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't tryna impress nobody
I ain't tryna stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
I'm the type to put my niggas on
I'm the type that want to see ya rich
Ya the type to go blow yo check
Just for Instagram and a sneaky bitch
I'm the type to pull of the lot
Then look at yo then say ya can too
I can't wait for my nigga Bo
To bust down that block in a two door coupe
They go twelve higher than I eva been
Mambo hide that scale
Bitch I been a heavyweight
Ya niggas too frail
Ya might break my heart
But ya can't break this truth I tell
Real niggas do cry too
When my album drop I hope ya buy two
When it's all done I'ma die true
I said real niggas do try to
Hella naked bitches playin' Taboo
Done turned the mansion to a damn zoo
A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't tryna impress nobody
I ain't tryna stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest
But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Sentell Giden, Jeremiah Renaldo Bethea, Leland Clopton, Kristopher Campbell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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