Who am I Lyrics

Last of a dyin breed

Real niggas gettin killed every other day

Them trenches shattered lots of dreams

And everything you see aint how it seems

They killed my brother on my birth month

Don't know if it was bout the green

But for the green I play my fuckin role

Draymond fourth quarter imma throw a bow

You back door yo own homie what's the fuckin goal

Y'all both was starving but you rather go be broke alone

I'm so far gone I tried to call my brother on his phone

Since they took lil vonnie Ian wanna be at home

She bad to the bone

My next bitch gone be nia long

I thought the realer that you was the longer- shit I'm wrong

I wish I did some more but shit I think I did enough

Bury me w all my gold like that nigga tut

Put me next to ques cause even then it's only us

And Ian fuckin with you niggas y'all gone get me bussed

I guess it's only me and mine until the end of time

And if you ever cross that line then you can't come inside

These hollow tips a fuck yo back up when we tap yo spine

Every day I think about them 3 I get to cryin

This life shit is a gamble you can't pick yo fuckin time

But if I could it woulda been the day my nigga died

Teachers said i wouldn't make well then bitches lied

All the hoes ain't let me fuck they tryna give me time

But it's a fuckin line lil baby money on my mind

I'm always on my grind my baby I can't hit yo line

Why lil bro nem doin all that time for minor crimes

It's a race just to survive I'm tryna see da line

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Lost some niggas to this game I can't lose no more

I be hurt so I don't even go to funerals

A body dropping mommas cryin that's the usual

So many niggas in my circle that been through the most

Higher then a pilot I should make a fuckin toast

But still ain't high enough to reach all of my niggas gone

I got some shit up on my chest that's what I'm spittin fo

Tryna see my momma happy what I did it fo

Fightin demons hit em with a left and then a bow

My nigga left before he even tried to ship a bow

My heart got cold but I'm still hotter than a kitchen stove

The shit I write down in my pad a touch a nigga soul

I'm just on the road to riches can't forget the bros

On the way I'll write a prayer tell y'all how it go

And if I die before that day then we gone link fasho

And I can't go back on my words y'all know that shit the most

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