Who Am I?

[Sample: The O'Jays]

Who am I?

Who am I? (Whoo Kid!)

Who can face the words "goodbye"?

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

And everybody scream po-po, po-po, then I look to the left

I've seen four squad members and it's kicking to the front door

I know it's messed up where I stay, so what I gotta front for?

But my environment made me what I am today

As a child I couldn't behave, ditchin' middle school just to make a good pay

And momma said I gotta make some good grades

And I was like, "I need a fresh high-top fade and Jordans"

'Cause I knew moms and pops, they couldn't afford 'em

So I'll go get 'em the best way

Didn't know how I caught a piece in my crotch, irritate my thigh

Thirteen, got the fiends singin' on the block

Like Al Green, Al B. Sure to be back

After the departure of them police sirens

Sorry mama, blame it on the departure of my father

'Cause my dreams are tinted, 'cause the black and white pillars is painted

Ain't doin' nothin' but making me more anxious to buck some

I'm wishin' I could go back to the days of humpin'

Gettin' bowl cuts in the kitchen, water balloon fights and backflippin'

But now it's more like gangbangin' and set trippin'

Can you see my life? Who am I?

[Chorus: K-Dot & Jay Rock]

A ghetto child, livin' in this ghetto life

Offer me to settle down, I know that this can't be right (It can't be right)

But I gots to do what I gots to do

Before I asked my ma, she said "who are you?" (Who are you?)

They tried to walk it down in my shoes

I guarantee you won't keep your laces tied (You won't keep your laces tied)

Bet you won't keep your laces tied

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]

I'm the future of the West Coast game

Open the door for players like me

And that's some shit you need to cope

Niggas still hatin' though, stuck up on that bullshit

Never leave the house without the Glock, keep the full clip

Picture me rollin', some picture me slayin'

Shot down in the streets, bullets to the brain

Haters, Dot told me "boy, shake them haters off"

Cut from a different cloth, Jay Rock takin' off

California soul, got to stay up on my LA shit

I'm fresh, pass my white tee, khakis and my kicks

Been through the fist fights, been through the shootouts

Karma come quick, count my blessings when I pull out

'Cause the car might pull up, and the guns might fold out

And a shot might ring out, true colors will pour out

I bled for my block, shed tears for those who was wiped out

The South call it the trap, but I call it the crackhouse

Picked up the microphone, no more movin' them packs out

Came from rock bottom, who was the target, I got 'em

'Cause his problems is my problems

It's all about loyalty, you learn something else about me

Who am I? (Whoo Kid!)

[Chorus: K-Dot & Jay Rock]

A ghetto child, livin' in this ghetto life

Offer me to settle down, I know that this can't be right (It can't be right)

But I gots to do what I gots to do

Before I asked my ma, she said "who are you?" (Who are you?)

They tried to walk it down in my shoes

I guarantee you won't keep your laces tied (You won't keep your laces tied)

Bet you won't keep your laces tied

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]

I'm a product of these projects, the crack that you cook up

I'm the needle that you shoot up, I'm the Gudda, I'm the Soul

I'm the loud music next door, clothes hangin' on the line

I'm that hollow-tip bullet in the chamber of the .9

I'm the finger when you pull it, I’m the joy that blows your mind

I'm the pain, I'm the love, I'm the dark, I'm the shine

I'm the homies on the block, 100 deep at a time

I'm the bushes where you dump the gun after you commit the crime

Look out on the corners, I'm the smokers running late nights

And them early mornings, I'm the dog off the leash

I'm the weights in the front yard, I'm that project baby with no shoes on his feet

I'm the strong, I'm the weak, nah

Look, I don't represent the weak

I'm the bass in these drums, I'm the snares on this beat

I'm a beast and I'm hungry and my family gotta eat

I'm a real motherfucker, nigga nigga feel me, who am I?

[Chorus: K-Dot & Jay Rock]

A ghetto child, livin' in this ghetto life

Offer me to settle down, I know that this can't be right (It can't be right)

But I gots to do what I gots to do

Before I asked my ma, she said "who are you?" (Who are you?)

They tried to walk it down in my shoes

I guarantee you won't keep your laces tied (You won't keep your laces tied)

Bet you won't keep your laces tied