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Who am I
by Lul Lonnie
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Last of a dyin breed
Real niggas gettin killed every other day
Them trenches shattered lots of dreams
And everything you see aint how it seems
They killed my brother on my birth month
Don't know if it was bout the green
But for the green I play my fuckin role
Draymond fourth quarter imma throw a bow
You back door yo own homie what's the fuckin goal
Y'all both was starving but you rather go be broke alone
I'm so far gone I tried to call my brother on his phone
Since they took lil vonnie Ian wanna be at home
She bad to the bone
My next bitch gone be nia long
I thought the realer that you was the longer- shit I'm wrong
I wish I did some more but shit I think I did enough
Bury me w all my gold like that nigga tut
Put me next to ques cause even then it's only us
And Ian fuckin with you niggas y'all gone get me bussed
I guess it's only me and mine until the end of time
And if you ever cross that line then you can't come inside
These hollow tips a fuck yo back up when we tap yo spine
Every day I think about them 3 I get to cryin
This life shit is a gamble you can't pick yo fuckin time
But if I could it woulda been the day my nigga died
Teachers said i wouldn't make well then bitches lied
All the hoes ain't let me fuck they tryna give me time
But it's a fuckin line lil baby money on my mind
I'm always on my grind my baby I can't hit yo line
Why lil bro nem doin all that time for minor crimes
It's a race just to survive I'm tryna see da line
Fr
Talk
Lost some niggas to this game I can't lose no more
I be hurt so I don't even go to funerals
A body dropping mommas cryin that's the usual
So many niggas in my circle that been through the most
Higher then a pilot I should make a fuckin toast
But still ain't high enough to reach all of my niggas gone
I got some shit up on my chest that's what I'm spittin fo
Tryna see my momma happy what I did it fo
Fightin demons hit em with a left and then a bow
My nigga left before he even tried to ship a bow
My heart got cold but I'm still hotter than a kitchen stove
The shit I write down in my pad a touch a nigga soul
I'm just on the road to riches can't forget the bros
On the way I'll write a prayer tell y'all how it go
And if I die before that day then we gone link fasho
And I can't go back on my words y'all know that shit the most
Fr
Last of a dyin breed
Real niggas gettin killed every other day
Them trenches shattered lots of dreams
And everything you see aint how it seems
They killed my brother on my birth month
Don't know if it was bout the green
But for the green I play my fuckin role
Draymond fourth quarter imma throw a bow
You back door yo own homie what's the fuckin goal
Y'all both was starving but you rather go be broke alone
I'm so far gone I tried to call my brother on his phone
Since they took lil vonnie Ian wanna be at home
She bad to the bone
My next bitch gone be nia long
I thought the realer that you was the longer- shit I'm wrong
I wish I did some more but shit I think I did enough
Bury me w all my gold like that nigga tut
Put me next to ques cause even then it's only us
And Ian fuckin with you niggas y'all gone get me bussed
I guess it's only me and mine until the end of time
And if you ever cross that line then you can't come inside
These hollow tips a fuck yo back up when we tap yo spine
Every day I think about them 3 I get to cryin
This life shit is a gamble you can't pick yo fuckin time
But if I could it woulda been the day my nigga died
Teachers said i wouldn't make well then bitches lied
All the hoes ain't let me fuck they tryna give me time
But it's a fuckin line lil baby money on my mind
I'm always on my grind my baby I can't hit yo line
Why lil bro nem doin all that time for minor crimes
It's a race just to survive I'm tryna see da line
Fr
Talk
Lost some niggas to this game I can't lose no more
I be hurt so I don't even go to funerals
A body dropping mommas cryin that's the usual
So many niggas in my circle that been through the most
Higher then a pilot I should make a fuckin toast
But still ain't high enough to reach all of my niggas gone
I got some shit up on my chest that's what I'm spittin fo
Tryna see my momma happy what I did it fo
Fightin demons hit em with a left and then a bow
My nigga left before he even tried to ship a bow
My heart got cold but I'm still hotter than a kitchen stove
The shit I write down in my pad a touch a nigga soul
I'm just on the road to riches can't forget the bros
On the way I'll write a prayer tell y'all how it go
And if I die before that day then we gone link fasho
And I can't go back on my words y'all know that shit the most
Fr
