Still I Am

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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

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