WHO I AM Lyrics – YFG FATSO

[Intro]
(Gfelds on the beat)
I’m chilling, just get to know me
8 block s*it, shout out Kobe
Yeah, come on
(Gentle Beatz)
Run it up, n!gga
Yeah, come on, yeah, uh-huh

[Chorus]
I’m chilling, just get to know me
8 block s*it, shout out Kobe
It feel like I won a trophy
I’m cool if you never below me
High tolerance, I’m overdosing
I’m always over loading
It take lil’ longer flowing
AP gang, my s*it on me
We made n!ggas run laps
Everybody gotta pay they tax
I’m high, so I can’t relax
Bad b!tch tryna get me clapped
Paranoid, so I keep the strap
Try to get me, get put on his back
I’m really outside in the ‘jects
I’m on Yale, pull around to the back

[Verse]
We turn s*it sad days
My g*n got a bad age
My son would’ve been like three
My b!tch got a public page
She want n!ggas in her face
She mine, but she really gay
I like when she bring hoes
I hate when she going away
I really like nasty hoes
Street b!tch and classy hoes
I love me a trapper b!tch
At the crib, I got hella ‘bows
I can’t give the guys the lo’
I don’t want my fam’ to know
I don’t bring cameras in
Hit the road, bringing grams home
I’m still putting loaf asid
ang baby ‘nem love to ride
They dressed for a whole month straight
All black with they fingers tied
Tryna catch them a n!gga outside
It’s bad if we get out of line
They ain’t really thinking ’bout jail
They crashing with grams behind
Roll it up, n!gga, we come hard, R-E-S-P-E-C-T (Uh)
Been doing this s*it for a while, I’m humble if you can’t see
Told Smooch to chill, he been downing bars, that type of s*it make him don’t eat
I like doing them 30s, for real, for real, if it’s ten, bet my s*it pink
He can try if he want, I’ll be clear with this s*it, I could swear it ain’t nothing ’bout me sweet
I’ve been smoking them n!ggas a minute ago on the game, now I’m deep in the street
Don’t gang bang, I’m really just rapping the book, I don’t want them to be like me
Don’t ever go through my phone, I’m telling you now, gon’ be days before you could eat

[Chorus]
I’m chilling, just get to know me
8 block s*it, shout out Kobe
It feel like I won a trophy
I’m cool if you never below me
High tolerance, I’m overdosing
I’m always over loading
It take lil’ longer flowing
AP gang, my s*it on me
We made n!ggas run laps
Everybody gotta pay they tax
I’m high, so I can’t relax
Bad b!tch tryna get me clapped
Paranoid, so I keep the strap
Try to get me, get put on his back
I’m really outside in the ‘jects
I’m on Yale, pull around to the back

[Intro]
The introductory lines set the tone for the song, establishing a casual and confident demeanor. The mention of “8 block s*it” indicates a sense of pride and belonging to a specific neighborhood or community. The shoutout to Kobe Bryant could signify respect for a legendary figure, potentially reflecting themes of admiration, perseverance, or excellence.

[Chorus]
The chorus encapsulates the artist’s mindset and experiences. “I’m chilling, just get to know me” suggests a laid-back attitude, inviting listeners to understand the artist’s perspective. References to “8 block s*it” and “shout out Kobe” reinforce a sense of loyalty and hometown pride. Winning a trophy symbolizes personal victories or achievements, indicating a sense of accomplishment despite challenges. The lyrics also touch on themes of self-confidence, resilience, and the need for vigilance in the face of potential threats or dangers.

[Verse]
The verse delves into the artist’s personal life and observations within their environment. References to “sad days” and a “bad age” for their g*n hint at the hardships and dangers inherent in their lifestyle. The mention of a son who would have been three suggests a sense of loss or regret for the life they might have had. The artist reflects on their relationships, including complexities such as their partner’s public persona versus private desires. Themes of loyalty to their community (“gang baby ‘nem”) and the harsh realities of street life (“crashing with grams behind”) are also explored. The artist expresses their street credibility, mentioning their experiences and warning against underestimating them.

[Chorus (Reprise)]
The final chorus reaffirms the artist’s identity and experiences. They reiterate their connection to their neighborhood (“8 block s*it”) and their awareness of the risks involved (“Paranoid, so I keep the strap”). The repetition of themes like vigilance, personal achievement, and loyalty underscores their importance in the artist’s life and narrative. The mention of being “outside in the ‘jects” and being vigilant (“pull around to the back”) serves as a reminder of the realities they face daily.