Who am I?
A natural born sinner
I would've asked for forgiveness
But I've never been a quitter
Who are you?
You the type of dude that'll let these baby gangsters come and punk you out your shoes
Who am I?
A simple human being. Through my eyes, things are not always what they seem
Who are you?
The type that fits the mold. Never bold, no swag, and your ass is quick to fold
Keep your ear to the street, but don't fall in too deep
A wolf among sheep, causing chaos while you sleep
A battle-hardened veteran
All out of his medicine. Hangin' motherf*ckers out to dry, like some venison
Jumpin' out of caskets of little-known assassins
Be quick with your reaction, or get blasted through the rafters
Quick to get it clappin' while your mouth is still flappin'
Huggin' on your mama like, I can't believe this happened
Disconnect your spine
One slug at a time
You wanna war with me?
Boy, I think you're outta your mind
Blinded by the gunfire, you ain't seein' the signs
Read between the lines, bustin' with the Glocks and the night
Actin' like you didn't know that I was hazardous
Now run away like all the other bastard kids
I don't claim to hang with no savages, but they will cut down and barbecue your ribs
Who am I?
A natural born sinner
I would've asked for forgiveness
But I've never been a quitter
Who are you?
You the type of dude that'll let these baby gangsters come and punk you out your shoes
Who am I?
A simple human being. Through my eyes, things are not always what they seem
Who are you?
The type that fits the mold. Never bold, no swag, and your ass is quick to fold
Lately, I've been havin' them act
Like they all be havin' an asthma attack
Cause when I end up
Snappin' on cats
You know I'm bout to Incredible Hulk
Smash on they ass
And no, I ain't just talkin' bout this passion for rap
But the truth is that I'm a savage in fact
Whenever it comes to throwin' them hands or havin' a scrap
No matter the circumstance, I'm a man that can adapt
Bet you wouldn't believe half the plans that I have
Tried to leave the streets, now I'm back on the Ave
On the warpath, leavin' bloodbaths when I pass. Watch me just smash on the gas
Kill some tracks as I stash
Not sellin' no racks in the trap, But still doublin' my stacks in the stash
I'm an outcast who can outlast and out-rap you wack cats
That lack class
Who am I?
A natural born sinner
I would've asked for forgiveness
But I've never been a quitter
Who are you?
You the type of dude that'll let these baby gangsters come and punk you out your shoes
Who am I?
A simple human being. Through my eyes, things are not always what they seem
Who are you?
The type that fits the mold. Never bold, no swag, and your ass is quick to fold