Who I Am

My crodie's doing seven, shit got sticky in a jam... He confessed it to the reverend, he stayed solid on the stand... The pain that I done went through you just wouldn't understand... And I hate it that I love it but it made me who I am Yeah it made me who I am It made me tell the difference from the phoney's to the fam I'm sorry for the distance I'ma be there when I land Cuz I'm busy on my fly shit I just blew a couple bands Its me and Biggie blowing loud! I could pay the rent for months with just a week in Owen Sound Nightmares I'm falling off, cuz then who gone hold it down? Half these mandem in the streets? They couldn't flip a quarter pound Is you fried mothafucka? You can get the Big Mac Bring the COKE with the COMBO, boy don't play with Spictac Cuz I could do you super dirty, 50 bands will beat it up Any boy can make a mess, it takes a man to clean it up That's why I'm out here grinding, most you mans ain't even up! Catch me in the city trapping with my middle finger up! I don't trust NOBODY, I could feel it in my gut And if they ask what I'm about then you can tell them shady fucks that My crodie's doing seven, shit got sticky in a jam... He confessed it to the reverend, he stayed solid on the stand... The pain that I done went through you just wouldn't understand... And I hate it that I love it but it made me who I am Yeah it made me who I am It made me tell the difference from the phoney's to the fam I'm sorry for the distance I'ma be there when I land Cuz I'm busy on my fly shit I just blew a couple bands