Who I Am - Rich Homie Quan

I know I fucked up, shorty

Forgive me

You know what I’m saying?

Not for the mistakes

But for who I am, I know I fucked 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-ass Louis bag

Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared

I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a nigga could’ve been dead

Like a certified barber, I got money on your head

Hey listen

Money under the mattress, chopper under my bed

Tyler Perry, y’all acting, y’all niggas be playin'

I stopped fucking 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 niggas ain’t talking 'bout shit, these days, for real

Can’t trust these niggas just like eBay, no deal

House so big on a hill

Couch in the room where I live, I heard your girl got skills

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 ass up, at first they would sleep on me

But for who I am, I know I fucked 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-ass Louis bag

Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared

I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a nigga could’ve been dead

Like a certified barber, I got money on your head

Hey listen

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 pussy I’m an addict

I can’t hear what you saying like a jail call, too much static

Treat the bitch like a throwaway ‘cause you know the lil hoe trashy

She telling me she wanna go away, but she know a young nigga 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 nigga, he a has been

She swearing that she bad, nigga, bitch 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

But for who I am, I know I fucked 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-ass Louis bag

Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared

I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a nigga could’ve been dead

Like a certified barber, I got money on your head

Hey listen