Rich Homie Quan - Who I Am lyrics

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

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

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