Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Who Am I? lyrics

Blasting off in the car Thinking bout my dad drawing a loan and dropping the car Keeping it in the driveway parked Taking the license plates and tossing them like a frisbee Keeping my foot on the gas praying not one of these cars miss me Maybe an 18-wheeler just might hit me Part of my mom lung just dropped Last year my brother got locked This year my brother playing his luck I just want to get shot in the torso and let the bullet get stuck No more selling, no more profits Contemplating suicide screaming f** all the prophets Feeling down and out on my luck Being an a**hole to everybody and I don't give a f** My parents just might die, my thoughts turning dry Still in this speeding car cruising through southside Staring at the ground picturing my brains spilled on the pavement outside n***as done made me cry, said they wish I'd just die Done f**ed with the slyest of the sly But none of these things compared to the feeling of having my vision die Constantly Asking the question, who the f** am I?