Izze The Producer - Who I Am lyrics

[Intro] I know I f**ed up, shorty Forgive me You know what I'm saying? Not for the mistakes [Hook] But for who I am, I know I f**ed up and cannot bring it back Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-a** Louis bag Every day that I wake up a n***a never ever scared I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a n***a could've been dead Like a certified barber, I got money on your head Hey listen [Verse 1] Money under the mattress, chopper under my bed Tyler Perry, y'all acting, y'all n***as be playin' I stopped f**ing with the packages, too many of y'all feds I know I gotta die anyway, big ol' trust fund for my kids I need some ear plugs for my ears (Why Quan?) These n***as ain't talking 'bout sh**, these days, for real Can't trust these n***as just like eBay, no deal House so big on a hill Couch in the room where I live, I heard your girl got sk**s With her mouth and her tongue, yeah, but I can't judge her I ain't like others, girl (Baby I'm different) Show me where's your heart, I'll give you everything, don't creep on me Had to wake they a** up, at first they would sleep on me [Hook] But for who I am, I know I f**ed up and cannot bring it back Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-a** Louis bag Every day that I wake up a n***a never ever scared I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a n***a could've been dead Like a certified barber, I got money on your head Hey listen [Verse 2] Now I'm back like I left something I ain't left nothing but my head in between her legs (Ugh), Quan nasty Give it to me, I ain't askin', for the p**y I'm an addict I can't hear what you saying like a jail call, too much static Treat the b**h like a throwaway ‘cause you know the lil hoe trashy She telling me she wanna go away, but she know a young n***a ain't havin' it S I T H, I swear my [?] She grew up with no father figure, that's why she call me Daddy She ain't worried 'bout a lame n***a, he a has been She swearing that she bad, n***a, b**h you average I ain't tryin' to share ya if I can't have ya I shoot you in your face before I back stab ya Hm, hold on, wait [Hook] But for who I am, I know I f**ed up and cannot bring it back Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-a** Louis bag Every day that I wake up a n***a never ever scared I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a n***a could've been dead Like a certified barber, I got money on your head Hey listen