Who I Am Lyrics - 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 

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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 

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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