Still I Am Lyrics

There go Bizzy we ain't heard him since damn

Before you even ask if I'm still rapping I am

It's put me in some jams and dead ass forced my hand

But it's part of his plan so you wouldn't understand and

They just upped my homeboy's bail to fifteen hunned grand

Damn

For going to hand to hand, now I'm kneeling hand to hand

Praying for my mans

As he waits to face the stand

These niggas rap about it til it happen to they fam

So damn maybe I have changed, the fast lane crashed things so I've been moving slower attract dames

Like a Mack Maine but I don't even back Wayne

I just rap pain everytime the damn track playing

Who I am, who I was and who I'll die being

They complain about the music outta my region

Forget the hate lets generate that's how I see it

Fight each other we fighting the clock as times fleeing

Who Am I

Who Am I

That same lil' brother, that came from the gutta

Stackin' change on the come up

Who Am I

Who Am I

That same ghetto rhymer, who's focused on these commas

Politicin' no Obama

Who Am I

Who Am I

That same buddah lover, who came like no other

Rappin' pain til I'm under

Who Am I

Who I am, who I was, who I'll die being

The truest to do it that's just how I see it

Santana you was right we rap about bullshit

Money, hoes, cars, clothes, full-clips

Damn but it's all entertainment though

Until ya life sounds like a song straight off the radio

Locked Up

And they ain't tryna let you out

I can't lie, there's still something special bout

The raw emotion of a spitta that's fresh off the block

And I won't claim to be a superthug cuz that I'm not

But street niggas more genuine than most you opps

Cuz we done been thru the worst so it's straight drop

When we discussing no hummastuntin' we wanna pop

But what you do to get there determines your stock

I don't plan to sell my soul just to get a shot

Give me ya ear I'll give you my story this all we got

It's just game 'gars and cookies

I symbolize the struggle like Trayvon in his hoodie

Who Am I

Who Am I

That same lil' brother, that came from the gutta

Stackin' change on the come up

Who Am I

Who Am I

That same ghetto rhymer, who's focused on these commas

Politicin' no Obama

Who Am I

Who Am I

That same buddah lover, who came like no other

Rappin' pain til I'm under

Who Am I

Who I am, who I was and who I'll die being

The truest to do it that's just how I see it