Who I Am Testo

Started Off Movin' Grams, Doin' It For My Fam, Been In A Couple Jams, Had To Rearrange Some Plans But It Made Me Who I Am (Yeah It Made Me Who I Am) Yeah It Made Me Who I Am (Who I Am, Who I Am) Never Asked For A Hand, Didn't Have To Many Friends Tryna Stay Out That Can, While I Hustle For These Bands But It Made Me Who I Am (Who I Am) Yeah It Made Me Who I Am

Straight from the ground like a push up, I had to become a pusher, like Master P had the hook-up a lot came with it but I never was shook up, done been through it all, from jail almost died but I knew to look up, God showed me the light through the cloud, the hate all around, but look what it took us, no Daddy watchin' mama struggle too, me hittin' them streets had to hustle too, I'm feelin' like Meek everythin' I use to be not what I accustom to, and then came the beef, where we came with choppas asserted like brothas do, they snitch in them streets, I promise 12 the only trouble we runnin' to, now we whippin' cases, so many thought we wouldn't make it, even me sometimes I had to face it, we did it so quick like I was taken, but now I'm on my shit, all you hard readers can't get a cent, aim so straight I can't miss, been my face I don't know how to quit

Started Off Movin' Grams, Doin' It For My Fam, Been In A Couple Jams, Had To Rearrange Some Plans But It Made Me Who I Am (Yeah It Made Me Who I Am) Yeah It Made Me Who I Am (Who I Am, Who I Am) Never Asked For A Hand, Didn't Have To Many Friends Tryna Stay Out That Can, While I Hustle For These Bands But It Made Me Who I Am (Who I Am) Yeah It Made Me Who I Am

Flown way to the top just like heaven gates, knew with God on my side I would never break, just a young nigga straight outta section 8, project buildin' livin' over hella snakes, mama buyin' from dealers that's sellin' weight, still had sister never put me second place, shit wasn't never sweet just so I could eat sometimes she went days when she never ate, done seen so much struggle I'm comin' with it, not ashamed of my pain motha fuck a critic, our refrigerator had nothin' in it, told myself that I gotta go fuckin' get it, I remember days it was cold nigga our thermostat was the stove nigga way before the rap and I was poor nigga I was who was sleepin' on the floor niggas seen niggas changed money made em' do it, I know the struggle well I'm no stranger to it, middle finger to it, I could make it through it, if there is a heaven I ain't racin' to it, had to sit drugs up on my scale, dependent on clientele, done took way to many L's, sat in counties with no bail, doin' push-ups in my cell, time passin' like a snail, never told I'll never tell, held that water like a pail, got up every time I fell, niggas tried me they got nailed, trigger happy life a rail, Nina singin' like a Adele, got away with murder twice, hope I don't get sent to hell, thankful I ain't in no grave, or up in somebody's jail, all my niggas trust my vision, told em' hold on like a ref, I ain't never lead us wrong, like I don't know how to spell, I get paid for every thought, like a fuckin' wishin' well, this is "Fire in The Church", coldest thing to drop since hell

Started Off Movin' Grams, Doin' It For My Fam, Been In A Couple Jams, Had To Rearrange Some Plans But It Made Me Who I Am (Yeah It Made Me Who I Am) Yeah It Made Me Who I Am (Who I Am, Who I Am) Never Asked For A Hand, Didn't Have To Many Friends Tryna Stay Out That Can, While I Hustle For These Bands But It Made Me Who I Am (Who I Am) Yeah It Made Me Who I Am