who i'm becoming
Singer:troy ave
bout to record this shit right now
i'm so glad in who i'm becoming
maybe in the past i was buggin'
niggas tryin' to push me to the old me
back when i had fake friends as my homies
now i'm growing up like my paper
they see me glowing up they some haters
niggas not gon' push me to the old me
back when i had fake friends as my homies
came up on my own i had nothing
niggas ain't give me work ain't no frontin'
started with 10 grams got to the whole keys
niggas started acting like they know me
unidentified ain't no favors
undentifly 'em with all flavors
i said fuck the block and i went ot
first time i got rich was cocaine
bitches on my dick see them chains
niggas on my dick it's a shame
real street shit all my niggas eating shit
they ain't eating now unless they eating shit
i got 3 car garages sometimes i don't see my whips
rolls spider webs on my seat and shit
i'm inviting all the stress
thirty one round 40 and a mothafucking vest
out on half a million bail half a million ain't no stress
praising god cause i'm blessed
i'm so glad in who i'm becoming
maybe in the past i was buggin'
niggas tryin' to push me to the old me
back when i had fake friends as my homies
now i'm growing up like my paper
they see me glowing up they some haters
niggas not gon' push me to the old me
back when i had fake friends as my homies
i'm relaxing money grabbing
haters mad they say i'm bragging
my life gucci like the fashion see the dragon
matching shoes cause they platinum
just the socks on my calfskin a hundred cash in
anywhere a diamond tester is my jewelry passion
fake niggas throwing traps but i'm cruising past them
weed and foreigns all them gassin' they just gassin'
i like bitches with some class and
unless they hear they favorite songs and want to pop they ass in
put my music in they captions when they snappin'
they just love the fact that i'm eating that i don't be cappin'
real street shit all my niggas eating shit
they ain't eating now unless they eating shit
i got 3 car garages sometimes i don't see my whips
rolls spider webs on my seat and shit
i'm inviting all the stress
thirty one round 40 and a mothafucking vest
out on half a million bail half a million ain't no stress
praising god cause i'm blessed
i'm so glad in who i'm becoming
maybe in the past i was buggin'
niggas tryin' to push me to the old me
back when i had fake friends as my homies
now i'm growing up like my paper
they see me glowing up they some haters
niggas not gon' push me to the old me
back when i had fake friends as my homies