Who Would I Be

[Intro]
Yeah, Shit be like that
Left my son at the crib, said I be right back
Niggas snitchin nowadays, why they think like that
Pull the pho and the sprite and i don't drink like that
Yeah nigga, what is you on
Me im tryna cop that AMG, I'm talking 2 door
Thinking bout some new dough while you thinking bout some new hoes
See me getting bread, they tryna kick it like its judo
Tryna take this shit and do it big like a sumo
I heard a rich nigga say 'it's all about who you know'
You didn't care when I was in the county drinking pruno
Playing chess and pinochles while you was playing uno

[Verse 1]
All my niggas strapped in the benz, let's hit the field
Bout to buy a big ass crib up in the hills
And I'm indepеndent I never needеd a deal
If you was self made hustling then you would know how it feel
Yeah, im speaking facts now
Niggas don't know about me, go check my background
Trigger just came home, yup that nigga back now
I'm just tryna trap and rap, make songs, send them packs out
Go ahead and try to act out then you'll get packed out
Soon as we get the addy, pull up with them mac's out
Run up in that shit like feds raiding a crack house
If I see a opp I won't back out, that's how

[Hook]
Ask niggas for help and they ain't gave me not a thing
I was down broke bad thinking like 'damn I gotta change'
I just want designer frames
I just want the diamond rings
Talking all the finer things
But it brought alot of pain
And you don't know unless you took that risk
Took some chances just to live like this
You wouldn't laugh, you've seen the shit I seen
No regrets from my past, couldn't tell me who would I be

[Verse 2]
And way before this shit, these niggas laughed at me
Now they want something from me, damn the audacity
Said I waited for my turn, now these niggas mad at me
Lost some niggas cause they got jealous, shit is sad to see
I got now, give a fuck about who got next
Niggas hate a young nigga cause they not this
I buy a new chain everytime I progress
And blow racks buying shoes off of StockX
Fresh out the pent, I was living in a studio
Now I'm living in the hills cause of studio
Fake love, I ain't used to it's unusual
Niggas probably gone sell [?] At my funeral
It's all good I play it off like it's Gucci though
Still give a nigga shots like its Julio
Still keep this shit raw like a sushi roll
Still stickin to the script like a movie roll

[Hook]
Ask niggas for help and they ain't gave me not a thing
I was down broke bad thinking like 'damn I gotta change'
I just want designer frames
I just want the diamond rings
Talking all the finer things
But it brought alot of pain
And you don't know unless you took that risk
Took some chances just to live like this
You wouldn't laugh, you've seen the shit I seen
No regrets from my past, couldn't tell me who would I be