Who Am I
Who Am I
Who Am I
Who Am I
I don't rap sing
I want to hear what I'm saying
I tote them drums lil homey
Like the band playing
Throw a band at ya lady
If i feel like slaying
And put a band on ya head
Better hope ya praying
Yea it go like that
Man I hope you understanding
If it come down to it
Imma be the one standing
That's how i was raised
Keep making plays
And hope for better days
Cuz I ain't wanted to stay
In the street
I wanted more
Cuz i was poor
But don't get it twisted
And get my trigger finger itching
Cuz ppl Gon start snitching
And ppl Gon end up missing
I got the power to black list ya
I'm focused on getting richer
But my past is dangerous
But you know Im shameless
Hurt too much
Past the point of painless
But I'll make you famous
Funeral arrangements
Got lil homey looking hungry
While I'm holding two plates
And I ain't a local rapper
Music on different states
This industry is filled with hate
All these niggas need to die
I put shots I'm your coffin at your wake
I ain't patient
Like i can't wait
Switching lanes on OBT
Like get the f*ck out my way
Don't f*ck wit me
I'll take ya chick
Make her suck dick
And the balls
I'm worser than John wick
With no dog
Where all the smoke thick nigga
With no fog
I'm slicker than Slick Rick
With no laws
Get ya back ya bitch boy
Wit no walls
I'm too focused on getting rich
So no calls
Trust I tote them sticks
To make the fake niggas fall
Who Am I
Who Am I
Who Am I
Who Am I
King Dee - Who Am I (Interlude) Lyrics
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Who Am I
Who Am I
Who Am I
Who Am I
I don't rap sing
I want to hear what I'm saying
I tote them drums lil homey
Like the band playing
Throw a band at ya lady
If i feel like slaying
And put a band on ya head
Better hope ya praying
Yea it go like that
Man I hope you understanding
If it come down to it
Imma be the one standing
That's how i was raised
Keep making plays
And hope for better days
Cuz I ain't wanted to stay
In the street
I wanted more
Cuz i was poor
But don't get it twisted
And get my trigger finger itching
Cuz ppl Gon start snitching
And ppl Gon end up missing
I got the power to black list ya
I'm focused on getting richer
But my past is dangerous
But you know Im shameless
Hurt too much
Past the point of painless
But I'll make you famous
Funeral arrangements
Got lil homey looking hungry
While I'm holding two plates
And I ain't a local rapper
Music on different states
This industry is filled with hate
All these niggas need to die
I put shots I'm your coffin at your wake
I ain't patient
Like i can't wait
Switching lanes on OBT
Like get the f*ck out my way
Don't f*ck wit me
I'll take ya chick
Make her suck dick
And the balls
I'm worser than John wick
With no dog
Where all the smoke thick nigga
With no fog
I'm slicker than Slick Rick
With no laws
Get ya back ya bitch boy
Wit no walls
I'm too focused on getting rich
So no calls
Trust I tote them sticks
To make the fake niggas fall
Who Am I
Who Am I
Who Am I
Who Am I
Who Am I
Who Am I
Who Am I
I don't rap sing
I want to hear what I'm saying
I tote them drums lil homey
Like the band playing
Throw a band at ya lady
If i feel like slaying
And put a band on ya head
Better hope ya praying
Yea it go like that
Man I hope you understanding
If it come down to it
Imma be the one standing
That's how i was raised
Keep making plays
And hope for better days
Cuz I ain't wanted to stay
In the street
I wanted more
Cuz i was poor
But don't get it twisted
And get my trigger finger itching
Cuz ppl Gon start snitching
And ppl Gon end up missing
I got the power to black list ya
I'm focused on getting richer
But my past is dangerous
But you know Im shameless
Hurt too much
Past the point of painless
But I'll make you famous
Funeral arrangements
Got lil homey looking hungry
While I'm holding two plates
And I ain't a local rapper
Music on different states
This industry is filled with hate
All these niggas need to die
I put shots I'm your coffin at your wake
I ain't patient
Like i can't wait
Switching lanes on OBT
Like get the f*ck out my way
Don't f*ck wit me
I'll take ya chick
Make her suck dick
And the balls
I'm worser than John wick
With no dog
Where all the smoke thick nigga
With no fog
I'm slicker than Slick Rick
With no laws
Get ya back ya bitch boy
Wit no walls
I'm too focused on getting rich
So no calls
Trust I tote them sticks
To make the fake niggas fall
Who Am I
Who Am I
Who Am I
Who Am I
Writer: Donald McNeil
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