Who I'm Becoming - Troy Ave

Bout to record this shit right now

(Bout to record this shit right now)

Word… Dope Boy Troy!

I’m so glad in who I’m becoming (I'm becoming)

Maybe in the past I was buggin' (I was buggin')

Niggas tryin' to push me to the old me (the old me)

Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies)

Now I’m growing up like my paper (like my paper)

They see me glowing up they some haters (they some haters)

Niggas not gon' push me to the old me (to the old me)

Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies)

Came up on my own I had nothing

Niggas ain’t give me work ain’t no frontin'

Started with 10 grams got to the whole keys

Niggas started acting like they know me

Unidentified ain’t no favors

Undentifly 'em with all flavors

Money growing nigga, I got a whole tree

I said fuck the block and I went OT

First time I got rich was cocaine (was cocaine)

Bitches on my dick see them chains (see them chains)

Niggas on my dick it’s a shame (it's a shame)

It’s a shame

Real street shit all my niggas eating shit (fuck them niggas!)

They ain’t eating now unless they eating shit

I got 3 car garages sometimes I don’t see my whips

Of success, rolls spider webs on my seat and shit

More money more problems, I’m inviting all the stress

Thirty one round 40 and a mothafucking vest

Out on half a million bail half a million ain’t no stress

Thanking god, praising god cause I’m blessed, mothafucka!

I’m so glad in who I’m becoming (I'm becoming)

Maybe in the past I was buggin' (I was buggin')

Niggas tryin' to push me to the old me (the old me)

Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies)

Now I’m growing up like my paper (like my paper)

They see me glowing up they some haters (they some haters)

Niggas not gon' push me to the old me (to the old me)

Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies)

Yeah, I’m relaxing money grabbing

Haters mad they say I’m bragging

I’m just laughing

My life Gucci like the fashion see the dragon

Matching shoes cause they platinum, I ain’t platinum

Just the socks on my calfskin a hundred cash in

Anywhere a diamond tester is my jewelry passion

Fake niggas throwing traps but I’m cruising past them

Weed and Foreigns all them gassin' they just gassin'

I like bitches with some class and, no more ratchet

Unless they hear they favorite songs and want to pop they ass in

Put my music in they captions when they snappin'

They just love the fact that I’m eating that I don’t be cappin'

I ain’t no fuck nigga

Real street shit all my niggas eating shit (fuck them niggas!)

They ain’t eating now unless they eating shit

I got 3 car garages sometimes I don’t see my whips

Of success, rolls spider webs on my seat and shit

More money more problems, I’m inviting all the stress

Thirty one round 40 and a mothafucking vest

Out on half a million bail half a million ain’t no stress

Thanking god, praising god cause I’m blessed, mothafucka!

I’m so glad in who I’m becoming (I'm becoming)

Maybe in the past I was buggin' (I was buggin')

Niggas tryin' to push me to the old me (the old me)

Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies)

Now I’m growing up like my paper (like my paper)

They see me glowing up they some haters (they some haters)

Niggas not gon' push me to the old me (to the old me)

Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies)