Who I Am

House gang house gang

House gang house gang

And you know how we ride

In that sl playin slv

On the house, get 'em

Guess who's back, turnin' the track in the mix

Made for diabetics with diarrhea, think it's just sweet

A thug mc, even though I'm all about money

I found time to throw it away with swiss beats

House gang, hardest fools 'round

Don juan's up, garden tools down

Black rolls royce ridin' up the coast

Niggas left me for dead, I came back in that ghost

The resurrection

Can't spell sex without the letter x so this is a letter to every x

I'm sexin', I get the best aura, no question

Pectoral shit, we ouchea flexin'

Yea, that's the slaughterhouse team

Looking down on ballers as if we as tall as yao ming

Fly is what we are without wings

Like scientist studyin' the environment, we all about green

I fuck any girl that I want

Vallet leave my car out in front

Told me I wouldn't go far

From a nobody to a star

If that's where you're takin' me

You've been mistakin' me

I'm still here amazingly

Everyday I thank God for making me who I am

These raps from a smoker's lungs

Climb the ladder to success, get the broken wrongs

See I'm now never guessin', was a token bum

Mail box full of subpoenas, I might open one

Guess the cops didn't learn that these warrants don't phase 'em

Live in my mind, how could bars ever cage him?

Give me a break, I'm a law abiding citizen

And I kill the cell mate if there's nothing there

Some say that I'm mean

Now they got it fucked up, I just say what I mean

It was never 'bout money, I was chasin' a dream

And now I'm proof that rage can beat the machine

I took being the sickest way over being the richest

If you focused on me I ain't doing half bad

Right there in the airs, I solemnly swear

That the joke was on me but I got the last laugh

I fuck any girl that I want

Vallet leave my car out in front

Told me I wouldn't go far

From a nobody to a star

If that's where you're takin' me

You've been mistakin' me

I'm still here amazingly

Everyday I thank God for making me who I am

My real name, my rap shit

No bed frame, just a mattress

Tryna light the stove, lookin' for a book of matches

Losing in a hole but your medals getting practice

Flickin' drow action

In a zip lock from an old package

Niggas better be lucky that I'm so passive

I'm a blow pass it like a coke habit

You afraid of me then you afraid you'll ever flow massive

I sit a raid and fit it over beau jackson's jeans horse shoe

Under the horse polo relaxin'

With a horse shotgun and a porchlight

And the horses brag

You be doing horse tryna call cab

A merrier with the new york of swag

Got me a cast as massachusetts, I be throwin' in the boston crab

This a toast to the streets

Where they eat your food down to the bon apetit

So don't turn your cheek

My real name, my rap shit

The messiah of real rap shit

Nod your head, make a face like you're sitting on the toilet

And it's real hard to crap shit, yea I make that shit

Put it gat clappers on a silver night

Who opens soda to the right? You know

Switch your gat backward

I wrote a track with a tack in my gen sport

So who the fuck said I don't do this for the backpackers?

Come on

One hit in my piff and you call if I got pot

Top notch at the minimum cost

Do me a favour, take your little nix and get lost

The only time you get to pee is when I'm pissin' you off

I mean ringin' the borough, everybody

Would tell you the same thing, I'm thorough

And I could still kill in the field where

They kill cause I'm real, never ran, never will

I fuck any girl that I want

Vallet leave my car out in front

Told me I wouldn't go far

From a nobody to a star

If that's where you're takin' me

You've been mistakin' me

I'm still here amazingly

Everyday I thank God for making me who I am