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Slyte - Who Am I lyrics

Artist: Slyte

album: Book of Earth


You my son
Y'all all my sons
Can I get that back
Ain't been right with all my sons
They right on who I was
Daylight been creepin' up
They ain't been keepin' up
Tragic
Half you niggas had the shit, other half grabbed it
It's sad to me, they rubbin' off static
And that get drastic (drastic)
(Why)
My niggas brain-dead when they ain't fed, bitch
I'ma need that same check that they
Gave Sue Ann, or they ain't sayin' shit
Just sayin' be a lot of y'all say ain't
Fallin' off, but they ain't sayin' this
Maybe why yo bitch is on the toss
Maybe how yo signal got crossed
They be soft
I take on what you put off
What that mean, I'm bleedin' sauce
I pay fee to be the boss
You stay free, that be ya loss
Them bills ain't payed off clout
Broke niggas only say that count
Evoke niggas when ya say that shit
Hope niggas went and saved that shit
But, who am I?
Who am I? Who am I?
Yeah
I be that super Cali-Florida nigga
That just might fold a nigga
That you can't hold a nigga
Like you might owe me nigga
Who am I to say that all my sons ain't shit?
Who am I to say all my day ones ain't rich?
Who am I to think s-s-someone ain't shit?
Who am I? Who am I?
Ain't done right by all my sons
They might come for my funds
Nightfall been creepin' up
My fault, I ain't been keepin' up with y'all
But when a nigga said it, it ain't stick with y'all
So I had to show ya
With a little pain comes the gain
That's how shit go when I sing Magnolia
(Love you Dom)
That nigga brain-dead we he ain't fed, bitch
I'ma need to change that before he
Bust ya head, and then we all fed list
Motherfuckers say a lot of things, tryna get ya lane
But they ain't sayin' this
Maybe why yo bitch is with the shits
With a nigga when she heard Like This
We ain't shit
I pull dogs like Michael Vick
I ain't wrong like Kaepernick
Been so long since I hit miss
Get my kiss from Mrs. Smith
That's my baby, that's my bitch
One in same we snatch yo bitch
That's okay dog, it ain't ya fault
The broad quick to take off, the cake was great and all
But, who am I?
Who am I? Who am I?
Yeah
I be that super Cali-Florida nigga
That just might fold a nigga
That you can't hold a nigga
Like you might owe me nigga

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