Alex Centeno - I AM

Haters don't like what I'm doing I move independent
Cause most of them doing too much
I'm not supposed to be winning that's what they all told me
That's why they still stuck in the mud
All of a sudden they dabbing me up
They admire my work I got bills they can't touch
My ex bitch keep on calling my phone to check up on my life
When we both know that I'm living good
Just because I do not struggle as much doesn't mean I don't go through a struggle at all
Mama so hopeless, it made me a monster
I told her don't worry one day we gon' ball
And I'm not the type to go switch on some people
I'm keeping it real guess it's just in my blood
But the second they playing around with my money I'm turning my forces into bloody Sneakers
You get what I'm saying
Music's a whole different side of me
Held down my brothers I know they gon' ride for me
Always in motion can't even say hi to me
She's not my bitch I don't care if she lies to me
She call her friend to come have us a three-way
I'm switching gears, 105 on the freeway
Whole lot of Benjamins but I need more of them
Points on the board you can't stop me from scoring them
Couldn't afford one now bitch I got four of them
All these hoes are the same I get bored of them
Flooded AP my wrist is so timeless
I fuck on his bitch kill my haters with kindness
My carrots they blurry my ring full of diamonds
They see what I do and they do it like Simon
Might take me a flight and get stuck on an island
They say I don't work I'm just working in silence
Why they tell me I'm losing interest
Because I've been super distant, I've just been in tune with business
I'm cooling with it
In love with this new proficient that's coming with blues and kisses
Oh who am I kidding
The foreigns a new addition, the money's a new addiction
These dudes be dissing
Send shots and they bullets missing, they mad cause I'm booming with this
Right on the spot if he talking to much
I won't aim at his chest ima aim at his head
Loyalty matters I don't wanna tell you a secret
For you to go link with the feds
Losing my idols, I'd rather be rapping my ass in the booth
Than be taking these meds
Judge what I'm doing and study my movement
I'm right at the top look at what I've become
Bitch I am who I am
All of my enemies lurking the way they be peeping my shit
You would think they a fan
Hate to see most of my brothers still trapping around on the block
Ima do what I can
Barely 'tending my classes for me to go focus on music
They don't understand
Ran up my numbers and talk with my money
I swerve in the coupe while I play with these bands
Say what you want it won't bother me
I don't care if you never gon' talk to me
Put so much trust that's the reason I'm heartless
Don't care 'bout the price ima cop it regardless
I'm not the type to be played with
I'm not the type you can stay with
I ride the latest Mercedes
You lie and say that you made us
So white, my diamonds are racist
Just me and the racks that I lay with blue cheese on my mattress
Get paid of these records who thought it would happen
Can't see what I'm wearing got tint on the wagon
I put 'em in office we all living lavish
Light that boy up keep the fire like matches
A bitch with no clothes that's my favorite distraction
Get high of the money I make it's a habit
I dress like a show off, contribute to fashion
Don't drop for months and they still not ahead of me
I fell in love to the way she give head to me
Cuban link shining I see why they checking me
Bragging 'cause no one has done it successfully
38 watches and 30's on choppers
I know I'm the shit I be popping my collar
Got ice on my bezels I'm covered in water
Was born with the drip cleaned up nice since a toddler
Right on the spot if he talking to much
I won't aim at his chest ima aim at his head
Loyalty matters I don't wanna tell you a secret
For you to go link with the feds
Losing my idols, I'd rather be rapping my ass in the booth
Than be taking these meds
Judge what I'm doing and study my movement
I'm right at the top look at what I've become
Bitch I am who I am
All of my enemies lurking the way they be peeping my shit
You would think they a fan
Hate to see most of my brothers still trapping around on the block
Ima do what I can
Barely 'tending my classes for me to go focus on music
They don't understand
Ran up my numbers and talk with my money
I swerve in the coupe while I play with these bands

Written by:
Alexander Centeno

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