When they ask me who I is
Im what they want
Im driving while I smoke
Im feeling like the pope
When they ask me who I is
Im what they need
The bird without no wings
Got rich off ghetto dreams
When they ask me who I is
Thats who I be, thats who I be
Thats who I be
When they ask me who I is
Thats who I be
The bird without no wings
Got rich off ghetto dreams
When they ask me who I is
No hoe dont ask me who I is just know that Im the man
No hoe off in my blood i got the heart to fight again
As trilla as they ccome just take me as I am
In hells kitchen they depend on i like frying pans
He's a certified menace my mama will concur
Left hand gripping that blocka
Right hand gripping that swerve
Im a monster with these words
Was a doctor on the curb
Ain't no patience for no patient
Look just cop or calm your nerves
See we all have dreams of balling
Just dont double when you dribble
You was bad to the bone
I was a hustler to the gristle
Ain't no monkeys in the middle
Ain't no ducks we hitting gooses
Was ba*tards in the past
But now we ba*tards with a future
Im the puzzle to the piece
Im the struggle through the heat
Im that feeling that you get
When you be thugging through these streets
I am what it is you seek
The missing link to history
I am life in the flesh
Want to see d**h then picture me
When they ask me who I is
Im what they want
Im driving while I smoke
Im feeling like the pope
When they ask me who I is
Im what they need
The bird without no wings
Got rich off ghetto dreams
When they ask me who I is
Thats who I be, thats who I be
Thats who I be
When they ask me who I is
Thats who I be
The bird without no wings
Got rich off ghetto dreams
When they ask me who I is
We always knew life would be sour
Hid that thought in swisher sweets
Always knew I would be gifted
As if it was christmas eve
Now Im big dog status
Never been a pikangese
King moe a great dane
That makes me a different breed
Boy I grew up in the cold
Had to wash up in a bowl
We ain't have no hot water
Had to boil it on the stove
People say i sold my soul
Cause my life like the book of job
They full of sh** like that commode
They ask me I say im chose
Mama told me I would be something one day
I ain't believe her I ain't nothing but a nina
Toting kid that roll up reefa
Had dreams of being featured
On a song with wiz khalifa
Ask my mama miss kanita
All that music blew her speakers
But the hood had got between us
I was drinking fighting demons
I was dating little mika
Getting ounces from her people
Earned my stripes yea
You can ask t - quail little caesar
Earned my stripes yea
You couldn't walk a mile in these addidas
When they ask me who I is
Im what they want
Im driving while I smoke
Im feeling like the pope
When they ask me who I is
Im what they need
The bird without no wings
Got rich off ghetto dreams
When they ask me who I is
Thats who I be, thats who I be
Thats who I be
When they ask me
Who I is thats who I be
The bird without no wings
Got rich off ghetto dreams
When they ask me who I is