Who I Am

Uh-huh, Santana I like that man, that bad-da-ba-ba, that's hot I like that, yeah who are you? Santana Shit is crazy man Y'all think niggaz don't cry? We do Yeah, man I gotta get my thoughts together, I be thinking a lot Light up a blunt, think of a rhyme sometimes too But it's like yo... zone out The time is now, my grind is here shit My body is focused, my mind's in gear, let's start it I'm moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to reach the top of the race Before it started damn, cold-hearted man Rip apart your man, for that green dollar Plain reppin' my target, stay and holla Shoot and move from where ever my targets land Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleep It's really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleep Holding the heat, cold sweat all over my sheet That's why I paint the most vividest pictures My niggaz my bitches in the same position I live in No oil and hot water, just boiling hot water Cooking coke, to the oil and hot water, shit But Who Am I I lived the life of a loner, with a righteous persona But still sold crack right on the corner My life consist of, a big puzzle that's mixed up Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then it's big cuffs Big bailor gets up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucks I need to find another road to follow One that's new and strong, not old and hollow As I hold this bottle and smoke this reefeer Listening to some old Aaliyah, I say, damn... And a tear comes trimbling down Never seen a man cry, well you witness it now Shit, this isn't game from the heart, this pain from the heart This is for you Dame, it came from the heart, so Momma, I just want you to know I'm in love with you so, if you wasn't here I'd be in love with you soul My angel, mommy I'd die faithful Just knowing somone tried to violate you I'll slide 8ths through the side of their facial Squeeze and rip apart a side of their facial I'd take a slug, eat a bullet, swallow a gun Shit, you gotta know I'm your son Damn, this type of love, could only come from a son Hold up mommy, I'm twisted I'm drunk... listen Yeah, but it's more then the liquor and weed Yeah it's more then the liquor in me Shit, I gotta get it together I was falling off, with drunk words and sober thoughts So, I'm still speaking the truth And what I'm still speaking is truth, this is your younger sons speaking to you