Que - Type I Am lyrics

[Produced by OZ] [Verse 1] Sending bu*t naked pictures of my ex to my Uncle fresh up out the joint 12 years gone, now my n***a home On the same sh**, I can hear it in his voice Itching to go and get it, tryna flex on his ex b**h Told him I don't see the point It's already crystal clear that she ain't sh** Cause if she was she would've waited but she had a baby boy I told him f** that b**h, she's in the Taurus We gone go and hit the lot and cop the new Rolls Royce Slip her a band every now and then, told him play it like a boss We gone go and get the pistol, [?] joy Then when them 6 months over at the halfway house Imma move you to the A and Imma hand you a house So you ain't got to worry about stacking you an ounce Tell em your nephew had you if they ask you about it [Hook] That's the type of n***a I am, that's the type of n***a I am That's the type of n***a I am, that's the type of n***a I am That's the type of n***a I am, that's the type of n***a I am That's the type of n***a I am, that's just the type of n***a I am [Verse 2] I bumped my head and burned my hand back in high school Had some p**y n***as in my crew True color showed when the pressure came on Had a homie fall victim to a juug Caught a first degree a**ault charge, lost some scholarships And even worse they had me on breaking news I was facing three years and I probably would of did the whole three If I wasn't with Al Farouq So put the blame on Que, make him seem like the bad guy They turned a homie to an op Like he wasn't in my crib eating Going weeks at a time in the same dirty a** socks Kima treat em like her own son, he lucky I ain't snapped f** around and get his big a** popped Letting them Wake Forest coaches do him like a robot And I still was hoping he made it straight to the top Cause at the end of the day [Hook] [Verse 3] f** your handout, n***a don't do sh** for me I don't want no favors from a n***a Even if I was lost in one of the seven seas I wouldn't ask for y'all to save a n***a Something simple, like just asking for a light Now that n***a think you owe him something And don't just happen to luck up and hit the lottery Better you expect for you to throw em something It's a sick world that we living in ‘Specially when you get to thinking when them d** start kicking in So f** your two cents, I don't want you chipping in Rather say I did it by myself when we in the end I ain't never been a [?] type of n***a That I hop off in your pic on some sh** Just to be seen Think about it, that's probably why you never see me in none of those pics getting posted up on IG [Hook]