ths cal – who i am lyrics
[produced by ths cal]
[verse 1]
b+tch, lil n+gga trippin’ off this hendog
you know i ain’t running to no cat, b+tch i’m big dawg
if you playin’ in these streets, you’ll get picked off
talkin’ on yo page like you heat, but you big soft
aye, and i ain’t really wit’ that cappin’ sh+t
i’m from the hood, but i don’t shoot, i’m only scr+ppin’ n+ggas
and when i f+ck yo brotha up, i ain’t rematching n+ggas
you steady talkin’ but you ain’t about that action n+gga
i got my brothas on my back, we finna make it out
he talkin’ down, i got some n+ggas that can take him out
boy middle fingers to yo mentions, i ain’t giving clout
you ain’t a n+gga in my circle, then you missing out
[chorus]
and i’m rolling in a benz
i had no money, had to get it how i live, lil n+gga
now i’m stacking wit’ my mans
to get a milli, it was always in the plans, lil n+gga
and i do it for my fam, and i don’t f+ck wit’ any b+tch, but i can
she know i’m the man, it’s time to show these p+ssy n+ggas who i am
[verse 2]
i remember me and dee was writing in the booth
we was tryna make it, it was zay and sadi too
on a money mission, we was tryna get the blues
ain’t no other n+ggas rappin’ out here f+ckin’ wit’ my crew
and i can’t forget the homies, gotta thank my n+gga tae
writing raps in the class, we was tryna find a way
it’s free my n+gga sadi, he was tryna beat a case
we was in the sh+tty city getting money every day
i cut a lot of n+ggas, they was all snakes
i did the same for them hoes, they was all fake
i’m only eating wit’ the gang and they all stayed
we finna get a dinner plate and now we all paid, n+gga and that’s on gang
[chorus]
and i’m rolling in a benz
i had no money, had to get it how i live, lil n+gga
now i’m stacking wit’ my mans
to get a milli, it was always in the plans, lil n+gga
and i do it for my fam, and i don’t f+ck wit’ any b+tch, but i can
she know i’m the man, it’s time to show these p+ssy n+ggas who i am
[verse 3]
i’m a black king and i need a black queen
i need me a milli, i don’t need a d+mn ring
white af1s and my fit real clean
i be drippin’ all this water like a d+mn canteen
i know this one bad b+tch and her name chaianne
and she stay up on her sh+t, so i’m tryna be her man
i ain’t have no money, now i’m stacking wit’ my mans
to make it out the city, it was always in the plans lil n+gga, yeah
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