Who I Am lyrics

[Intro]
(Gfelds on the beat)
I'm chillin’, just get to know me
8 block sh*t, shout out Kobe
Yeah, come on
(Gentle Beatz)
Run it up, n*gga
Yeah, come on (Yeah), yeah, uh-huh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm chillin', just get to know me
8 block sh*t, shout out Kobe
It feel like I won a trophy
I’m cool if you never below me
High tolerance, I'm overdosin'
I'm always over loadin'
It take lil' longer flowin'
AP gang, my sh*t on me
We made n*ggas run laps
Everybody gotta pay they tax
I'm high, so I can’t relax
Bad b*tch tryna get me clapped
Paranoid, so I keep the strap
Try to get me, gеt put on his back
I’m really outside in the 'jеcts
I’m on Yale, pull around to the back
[Verse]
We turn sh*t sad days
My gun got a bad age
My son would've been like three
My b*tch got a public page
She want n*ggas in her face
She mine, but she really gay
I like when she bring hoes
I hate when she goin' away
I really like nasty hoes
Street b*tch and classy hoes
I love me a trapper b*tch
At the crib, I got hella 'bows
I can’t give the guys the lo'
I don't want my fam' to know
I don't bring cameras in
Hit the road, bringin' grams home
I'm still puttin' loaf aside
Gang baby 'nem love to ride
They dressed for a whole month straight
All black with they fingers tied
Tryna catch them a n*gga outside
It's bad if you get out of line
They ain't really thinkin' 'bout jail
They crashin' with grams behind
Roll it up, n*gga, we come hard, R-E-S-P-E-C-T (Uh)
Been doin' this sh*t for a while, I'm humble if you can't see
Told Smooch to chill, he been downin' bars, that type of sh*t make him don't eat
I like doin' them 30s, for real, for real, if it's 10, bet my sh*t pink
He can try if he want, I'll be clear with this sh*t, I could swear it ain't nothin' 'bout me sweet
I've been smokin' them n*ggas a minute ago on the game, now I'm deep in the street
Don't gang bang, I'm really just rappin' the book, I don't want them to be like me
Don't ever go through my phone, I'm tellin' you now, gon' be days before you could eat
[Chorus]
I'm chillin', just get to know me
8 block sh*t, shout out Kobe
It feel like I won a trophy
I'm cool if you never below me
High tolerance, I'm overdosin'
I'm always over loadin'
It take lil' longer flowin'
AP gang, my sh*t on me
We made n*ggas run laps
Everybody gotta pay they tax
I'm high, so I can't relax
Bad b*tch tryna get me clapped
Paranoid, so I keep the strap
Try to get me, get put on his back
I'm really outside in the 'jects
I'm on Yale, pull around to the back