| I am who you say I a-a-a-am
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| Yessir
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| Thug nigga from the trenches never had a heart
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| Drug dealer, contract killer, loyal from the start
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| I put that dope dick down on shawty, I’ve been servin' raw
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| They say I’m pussy and they say I’m fake but I say
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| I am who you say I am, yeah-eh-eh
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| Shittin' on 'em, I just switched from a wraith to a lamb, yeah-eh-eh
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| Got into it with my bitch, caught up while I’m tourin'
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| Tryna see if shawty on my dick, wonder what she doin'
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| You know me, real G, I text ask her how it’s goin'
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| She responded nothin', lookin' like to me you havin' fun
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| Look for my mama when I try to look inside my woman
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| Told my bae «I wish I woulda found you back when I was bummin'
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| Stayed away from all the bullshit, them niggas said I’m runnin'
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| Time passed over now you see that I was chasin' money
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| Posted on Maryland me and Von, his mama tearin' just once
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| Know you seen up in the past, like check it out that’s my lil' youngin'
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| Nigga don’t wanna sell me a brick of dope, act like my money funny
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| Damn what you sayin' gangsta, you gon' make me take it from you
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| Some hoes say I’m handsome some of them they say I’m ugly
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| Some say that I’m the realest but I still ain’t sayin' nothin'
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| 'Cause…
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| I am who you say I am, yeah-eh-eh
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| Shittin' on 'em, I just switched from a wraith to a lamb, yeah-eh-eh
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| I came from nobody to the one who the man, yeah (to the man, yeah)
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| I am who you say I am, yeah-eh-eh
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| Tryna run me up a check, late nights, early mornings
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| Diamonds 'round my neck they really wet I could’ve copped a foreign
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| Givenchy shoes I came a long way from Ralph Lauren
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| Cut off my old bitch 'cause my new bitch put that pussy on me
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| They watchin' every move I make, I guess I’m settin' trends
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| I had to focus on the check, told myself fuck a friend
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| Committed crimes so many times but I don’t give a damn
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| I are who you say I am
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| Posted on high street, me and roof 'cause we been really thuggin'
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| Convicted felon with a dirty pistol, bitch I’m steady clutchin'
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| No drama sittin' in my cell like check out my lil' cousin
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| Can’t trust these hoes because I know they come a dime a dozen
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| RIP to Quahfee, know my nigga at them heaven gates
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| She ain’t never really made love, I’m headed just like Kevin Gates
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| 20 of em comin', I switched to another spot
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| Reversible stock carbon, A new convertible drop
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| I was gambling with shawty, I put some work on the block
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| I tested her, she held a lil' quarter bird at the spot
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| I ain’t into bustin' down a Rollie, bustin' down on bales
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| Don’t wanna fuck me, I won’t argue baby, oh well
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| The 18 Willard, the lever get 'em movin' mils
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| Millionaire dollar bond in 30 minutes and I made bail
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| I graduated the square’s outta town, at the room, cookin' at the hotel, yeah,
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| yeah
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| Aux is outta reach, I’mma move the race car, vroom
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| Hated on us and they know who they are
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| Still livin' large as I aim for the stars
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| I’m a BreadWinner don and I came from the slums
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| I got a stain on my arm, weather through the storm
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| If I tell you that I love you then you can’t do nothin' wrong
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| Surrounded by steppers, I got control in this bitch
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| I’ll book you for a show and get you showed in this bitch
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| Tell that curb boy Trell, I love you with all my heart
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| Now we ride around in wraith’s with a push button start, vroom
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| I am who you say I am, yeah-eh-eh
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| Shittin' on 'em, I just switched from a wraith to a lamb, yeah-eh-eh
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| I upgraded from nobody to the one who the man, yeah
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| I am who you say I am, yeah-eh-eh |