Who Am I

(专辑： Sauce Ghetto Gospel 3 - 2022)

Oowee
We getting straight to it
Mhm

See, where I'm from, it's really like that
Nigga jump you, it don't matter, you gotta fight back
Swing your arms, lil' nigga, this for your life, jack
Get your life snatched if they smell that Jack Mack, you'll regret that and I can bet that
Yes boo, you smoking the zaza, the jetpack
But you ain't got no wheels you can drive-drive when the jet pack
Your NFL partner went bye-bye and you sat back
You spent up all his money for years and he ain't sweat that
But now he full time with the kids, gotta respect that
But deep down, you crying in tears 'cause that's your whole sack
Now you gotta face all your fears 'cause you a broke nat
Ain't 'vest all the money you finagled riding your bro back
Niggas love to party and club instead of grow stacks
Baby mama hate him, she parenting with her own racks
Baby mama deserve an award and it's known facts
But he'll never show that 'cause he was chasing where bro at
Baby mama really a G, a known go getter
But she just fucked up and got pregnant by that lil' ho nigga
She been getting money for years, ain't even no stripper
She really a promoter that started out as a bartender
She the one the athletes call to bring them hoes quicker
She the one the rappers lean on to get them dome hitters
You know, the one that make it easier to bring them bitches home with us
That's why she got every rich nigga saved up in her phone zipper
Baby mama straight from the hood, the hood fuck with her
Everywhere she go, baby good, ain't nothing touching her
Baby mama met her a player who got his bucks bigger
Locked in few months later, now she in love with him
Whole thing about that player that he a drug dealer
And he want baby mama to play and go move some drugs with him
He always there for the kids, nothing but hugs with him
She thinking that this just what it is and she gon' thug with him
She ain't threw a party in months, she moving bricks now
Everyday, she all 'cross the city, she hitting licks now
Even made a drive 'cross state, she with the shit now
Her baby daddy still a lil' buster, he looking sick now
He ain't seen his bro all season, he wanna hit now
He been tryna scam, he been hustling with the fit now
Baby mama been going up like she a big now
But player got shot, now she pushing him in a wheelchair
Player finna fall for war right as he sitting there
Know he finna send it tonight and it's gon' get there
He ain't paralyzed from the waist, but damn near there
Her kids wiping tears from the face, he see they still care
And then there, everything switched from balling
To chopper city, player minded with New Orleans
For twenty days and nights, you heard the bullets hauling
Baby mama live in fear, she know this ain't her calling
But what she 'posed to do when the pressure's fallin'?
She tryna feed her kids, just protect her darlings
But player getting money, got the reaper calling
And she got no other choice but to keep demons off him
Damn, baby daddy finally hit on a scam loan
A quick forty G's, he think he wanna bring his kids home
He ain't know too much about what baby girl been on
He tried to hit her up and his number was blocked on every phone
Lost up in his own zone, he driving 'round racing
Ain't paying attention as he's stopping all these different places
Somehow he wound up at this random Shell station
And the troopers pulled him over as he's posted there waiting
Thing about it is the forty G's in the car
And he got a half a zip right by his knees in a jar
He ain't even in his whip, just got the keys to the car
The suspense of an arrest done got him breathing lil' hard
How the fuck could he explain this whole forty thousand large?
He smelling like some weed and that's something he can't dodge
He looking for some spray, tryna miss another charge
Ozium up in his hand, the cops thought it was a rod
Of course he shot him down, but he survived, thanks the lord
He took a couple rounds, but one landed in the jar
The police fuck around and seen the bands up in the car
Not they making an alibi, saying he ran up in the car
Sent to the hospital, but lost his hand up in the car
Baby mama tripping, she finna lose both men up in the war
Got her thinking like what she staying in it for
Tryna shake away from evil, but it's staying at her door
And what about the babies that was playing on the floor?
Bullets flying past they face, that ain't something to ignore
Since player been shot, they been living kind of poor
All the money slowing down, it ain't Heaven to endure
The point I'm tryna make, they youngest daughter only four
And neither of her daddies can even walk her to the store
Lil' angel seeing things she ain't 'posed to see before
Hope that it don't stain her brain and be the only thing she know

Oowee
Oowee
This real life though
Who are you?
What make you so special?