Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who I Am , by - Ralo. Release date: 25.11.2015
Song language: English
Who I Am |
| I know I fucked up, shorty |
| Forgive me |
| You know what I’m saying? |
| Not for the mistakes |
| But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back |
| Thank the Lord for where I’m at because I came up with no cash |
| They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I’m moving crack |
| I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag |
| Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared |
| I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a nigga could’ve been dead |
| Like a certified barber, I got money on your head |
| Hey listen |
| Money under the mattress, chopper under my bed |
| Tyler Perry, y’all acting, y’all niggas be playin' |
| I stopped fucking with the packages, too many of y’all feds |
| I know I gotta die anyway, big ol' trust fund for my kids |
| I need some ear plugs for my ears (Why Quan?) |
| These niggas ain’t talking 'bout shit, these days, for real |
| Can’t trust these niggas just like eBay, no deal |
| House so big on a hill |
| Couch in the room where I live, I heard your girl got skills |
| With her mouth and her tongue, yeah, but I can’t judge her |
| I ain’t like others, girl (Baby I’m different) |
| Show me where’s your heart, I’ll give you everything, don’t creep on me |
| Had to wake they ass up, at first they would sleep on me |
| But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back |
| Thank the Lord for where I’m at because I came up with no cash |
| They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I’m moving crack |
| I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag |
| Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared |
| I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a nigga could’ve been dead |
| Like a certified barber, I got money on your head |
| Hey listen |
| Now I’m back like I left something |
| I ain’t left nothing but my head in between her legs (Ugh), Quan nasty |
| Give it to me, I ain’t askin', for the pussy I’m an addict |
| I can’t hear what you saying like a jail call, too much static |
| Treat the bitch like a throwaway ‘cause you know the lil hoe trashy |
| She telling me she wanna go away, but she know a young nigga ain’t havin' it |
| S I T H, I swear my |
| She grew up with no father figure, that’s why she call me Daddy |
| She ain’t worried 'bout a lame nigga, he a has been |
| She swearing that she bad, nigga, bitch you average |
| I ain’t tryin' to share ya if I can’t have ya |
| I shoot you in your face before I back stab ya |
| Hm, hold on, wait |
| But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back |
| Thank the Lord for where I’m at because I came up with no cash |
| They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I’m moving crack |
| I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag |
| Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared |
| I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a nigga could’ve been dead |
| Like a certified barber, I got money on your head |
| Hey listen |