Who I Am

I'm in the mix, lil baby It is what it is, lil baby Better tell them boys to pay me Tryna do 400 for the back-end Tell them boys they're crazy I'm with a girl named "Daisy" Bumping that new Steve Lacy Huh Shouts out to Elly and Tracy For holding it down and giving us Josh and Wavy I never would be the same without them guys around me daily We had to part our ways, but I'm indebted to them greatly And shouts to my lil ex for tryna push me Shannon made me into what I should be, not could be So much going on I got these shows tryna book me Balling on these bitches, and I'm steady getting cookies 'Cause it's cookies Huh Packing up my bag With my mic and some fucking racks Touch down LAX with my dog, tryna catch a cab Remember all my brodies and my shorty in the fucking trap That's all in the past 'cause I found out that's not who I am Who I am That's not who I am, Ok Who I am Is who I am. OK? I'm in love with money 'cause the money keep me safe I'm in love with pussy 'cause it brightens up my day Remember I was flipping patties for minimum wage Remember I was simping chatting bitches every day And they would make me wait And they would never stay But they would never do that shit to who I am today I'm in the mix, lil baby It is what it is, lil baby Better tell them boys to pay me Tryna do 400 for the back-end Tell them boys they're crazy I'm with a girl named "Daisy" Bumping that new Steve Lacy I'm packing up my bag With my mic and some fucking racks Touch down LAX with my dog, tryna catch a cab Remember all my brodies and my shorty in the fucking trap That's all in the past 'cause I found out that's not who I am Who I am Who I am, yeah Who I am Bitch, who I am's OK I like diamonds in my face And I got expensive taste And I like the fucking chase But I sip my Henny straight I stay up lit for days I love clubs, not, no raves I love sluts, not, no bae I love Glocks, not, no Ks I love trucks, not Mercedes I love sun, not the rain I love songs with the bass And if I feel, I choose rage I'm in the mix, lil baby It is what it is, lil baby Better tell them boys to pay me Tryna do 400 for the back-end Tell them boys they're crazy I'm with a girl named "Daisy" Bumping that new Steve Lacy I'm packing up my bag With my mic and some fucking racks Touch down LAX with my dog, tryna catch a cab Remember we was chilling in the trap But then I found out who I am