Who I Am Lyrics

Who am I

Who are you

I am who I am and that's how it's posed to be

I'm tryna be the greatest man I can be

The man who raps about his dreams

And pursues em til they're achieved

Deceived by these money trees

What's the opposite of greed

Generosity, so come with me

While I spit a prophecy like Socrates

And if you wanna talk to me it cost a fee

A don a boss you see as common as a boxer bleed

But even rocky beat Apollo creed

Hypocrisy fills the game

For those who believe

It's a sight to see

Someone step to the mic and speak the truth

Understand that there's forbidden fruit

Iced out chains, brands new cars, fresh coat-ah paint

Dealership plates off the lot park, ten car garage

Just to be out on a yacht

So much money you forgot all you bought

Thought you had money for your kids

To put meals on their grand babies plate

But you cry to the bank

And I'm laughing from the bank

Knowing I could put mills in my great grand babies safe

And to hate me is to lack taste

Milk the game till it lactates, fame

Waiting on my time to reign

I'll be true to the game

They ask where I been at

I been laying low off the map

Sittin' back plotting my attack

On Titan I'm a giant

Year of 12

Call it like the Mayans

Never lying, but I could lead a pack of lions

Maybe I'm just prideful

Call me Mr Pallottini

Granting wishes like a genie

Cuffed to the mic MC Houdini

Like poof

Disappear and I'm back again ready to kill it again

And I'm coming back

The illest I ever been

The chillest I ever been

I finally found my zen

Came from the underground with unknown sound

You never heard of a sound so profound

Basement raps but I'm a addict in the attic

Spitting til I'm asthmatic

Who had it

I been had it

The mad rapper

Not a trapper

Still dripped and dapper

I'm dangerous, nasty

The illest MC in my time

Committing a crime

When I step to the mic

Killings these rappers serving life

Me and my crew are like a pack of lions

I said it twice

Guess I'm prideful

Maybe I'm spiteful

Give em the eye roll

When they say I'm not rightful

To be sat at the throne

I'm a dog I'm itching to bone

Throw a dog a bone he may lose his home

Just to get some dome

Nowadays rappers all sound the same

They got the same old cars and the same old chain

I rock two gold chains and they simple and plain

When I walk in the room

I feel like a don

A boss to the game

So quit playing

I already said it once

I'm coming for the rap game

Never holding back mane

You stuck in last place

This could be your last day

Dig your own grave

And I will bury you alive

I feel too alive

Waiting till I'm 25

Work a nine to five

Just to survive

Gotta keep the dream alive

Gotta keep this dream of mine alive

Money on my mind but I digress

I confess, I've been stressed

There's more to life than diamond watches and private jets

Gold on my neck

A couple extra bills in my pocket

Or maybe I'm too outta pocket

More drip than a leaky faucet

Step to the mic and spit like a prophet

For a profit

Never stopping

Working on this album

When it droppin'?

In due time

I can't seem to find the time

I can't seem to find a rhyme

Open up my mind

Second guess my lines

Always aiming for perfection

Broken mirrors show a broke reflection

If I rap then I'm filled with pride

But that's another misconception

Fear that what I'm writing only reaches the wrong ears

Tryna find footing, looking at my peers

They tell me I got this

Had a dream of signing my name on the dotted

But there's more to life than a record deal

Or a house in the hills

Still go to work

Bust my ass to pay my bills

What I'm supposed to leave my kids in my will

Gotta do this independently

Never needed no help

Never needed no hand outs

I done struck out

Came back and I beat the odds

I figured it the fuck out