Just What I Am

9:56 am

Roll the windows down

Let the smoke out, aye

Wake and bake, bitch

Aye, I'm just what you made god

I been high as fuck

Since me and my home boy A-rod

Was in Tower city trynna catch that bus

We out here, what you need?

Back in shaker, baggin' tree

Baby mama call from the college

Said them kids wanna pay the fee

I'm up early in the morning

Smoke in public, my trap is jumpin'

I made two hundred, that count for somethin'

I pull up get them lil debbie muffins

I'm out here, on my daughter

Whiskey, weed, and water

Just beat that misdemeanor last week

Need new money for the lawyer

I need new carpet at the crib

God damn this roach is where I live

So dope, put some groceries in the fridge

Young man, just hope that god forgives

Fast forward, old hoes knockin' on my door

Askin' where do I be at now

Smokin' loud on my tour bus

Famous bitch in my back lounge

I done blew up past rap now

And it feel good bitch I'm from the hood

So I lived a life I that I should you, hoe

Get the shit understood you, hoe

Came in this shit as a kid, you know

I ain't Cudi, but that's the buddy

We in couch party talkin' Cobain

Smokin' hella J's out in london

No beef at 16, I've known chips at 16

Call Ben Baller, told him we need custom

Diamond Cleveland championship rings

We need all of them big things

Just cause we deserve it

Just cause the ones who fucked me over

All need to see if it was worth it

Damn, old homies switched up on me

Why am I not surprised

Lookin' at me like I need to share the piece

When they weren't even there to make the pie

Man that's why

Yeah, yeah

Fake friends fuck them, right though

Ay fuck a fake friend, get high

And talk to god dawg mutha fucka

Let me tell yall about my month yall

Codine in my blunts yall

Like why the fuck did I smoke the shit?

Fell asleep and never woke up from it

But whatever, that man ain't wearin' my denim pants

And these long, long nights on all this cocaine

Ain't workin man

So, what am I to do when the game is so fake and I am true

And my city just got the W

And the number one spot is vacant too

And I think my foot might fit the shoe

And I think my glasses look a fool

And I know my daughter so proud

Tell the kids my daddy got a pool

And I can't stop smilin' at the crib

I can't stop frownin' out in public

I got this paparazzi on me

Or see these rappers actin' funny

I see them stealin' what I did

I see them pimpin' out the culture

I heard the game missed the kid

Dear hip-hop this what I wrote y'all

Just what I am

Young kells in this muthafucka

Young gun in this muthafucka blam, aye

For my city though, for the game

EST, That is me, huh, hold up that is we, aye

Double X, aye, we the best, aye

They photoblog going crazy though

Red lights muthafucka, white smoke, haha