Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who I'm Becoming, artist - Troy Ave. Album song More Money More Problems, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BSB
Song language: English
Who I'm Becoming |
Bout to record this shit right now |
(Bout to record this shit right now) |
Word… Dope Boy Troy! |
I’m so glad in who I’m becoming (I'm becoming) |
Maybe in the past I was buggin' (I was buggin') |
Niggas tryin' to push me to the old me (the old me) |
Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies) |
Now I’m growing up like my paper (like my paper) |
They see me glowing up they some haters (they some haters) |
Niggas not gon' push me to the old me (to the old me) |
Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies) |
Came up on my own I had nothing |
Niggas ain’t give me work ain’t no frontin' |
Started with 10 grams got to the whole keys |
Niggas started acting like they know me |
Unidentified ain’t no favors |
Undentifly 'em with all flavors |
Money growing nigga, I got a whole tree |
I said fuck the block and I went OT |
First time I got rich was cocaine (was cocaine) |
Bitches on my dick see them chains (see them chains) |
Niggas on my dick it’s a shame (it's a shame) |
It’s a shame |
Real street shit all my niggas eating shit (fuck them niggas!) |
They ain’t eating now unless they eating shit |
I got 3 car garages sometimes I don’t see my whips |
Of success, rolls spider webs on my seat and shit |
More money more problems, I’m inviting all the stress |
Thirty one round 40 and a mothafucking vest |
Out on half a million bail half a million ain’t no stress |
Thanking god, praising god cause I’m blessed, mothafucka! |
I’m so glad in who I’m becoming (I'm becoming) |
Maybe in the past I was buggin' (I was buggin') |
Niggas tryin' to push me to the old me (the old me) |
Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies) |
Now I’m growing up like my paper (like my paper) |
They see me glowing up they some haters (they some haters) |
Niggas not gon' push me to the old me (to the old me) |
Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies) |
Yeah, I’m relaxing money grabbing |
Haters mad they say I’m bragging |
I’m just laughing |
My life Gucci like the fashion see the dragon |
Matching shoes cause they platinum, I ain’t platinum |
Just the socks on my calfskin a hundred cash in |
Anywhere a diamond tester is my jewelry passion |
Fake niggas throwing traps but I’m cruising past them |
Weed and Foreigns all them gassin' they just gassin' |
I like bitches with some class and, no more ratchet |
Unless they hear they favorite songs and want to pop they ass in |
Put my music in they captions when they snappin' |
They just love the fact that I’m eating that I don’t be cappin' |
I ain’t no fuck nigga |
Real street shit all my niggas eating shit (fuck them niggas!) |
They ain’t eating now unless they eating shit |
I got 3 car garages sometimes I don’t see my whips |
Of success, rolls spider webs on my seat and shit |
More money more problems, I’m inviting all the stress |
Thirty one round 40 and a mothafucking vest |
Out on half a million bail half a million ain’t no stress |
Thanking god, praising god cause I’m blessed, mothafucka! |
I’m so glad in who I’m becoming (I'm becoming) |
Maybe in the past I was buggin' (I was buggin') |
Niggas tryin' to push me to the old me (the old me) |
Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies) |
Now I’m growing up like my paper (like my paper) |
They see me glowing up they some haters (they some haters) |
Niggas not gon' push me to the old me (to the old me) |
Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies) |