More songs by Yonny
Description
Midnight mentoring with a bang: a voice that tears pages from a notebook and throws them right into the hall. Here are memories from the “back streets” and stubbornness that makes your teeth grind - as if past lives are surfacing between the lines, and in the end, it all boils down to a simple refrain, “I am who I am” - no apologies, no compromises.
This is not a song, but a rap memoir with a prickly warmth: bragging alongside vulnerability, jokes alongside threats, and a constant “don't back down” mantra. The images - the north side, driveways, projects, empty bottles, and hollow bullets - paint a picture that is both irritating and heartwarming.
Listen to it when you need to let off steam, feel unvarnished honesty, and be a little rowdy in the ear of the universe. Like a diary entry read aloud at maximum volume.
Lyrics and translation
Original
This is the part where y'all learn who i am
I am, i am
At times, i feel like i been here before
Like reincarnation, maybe i'm just too impatient
Maybe i'm, huh
Like this is a past life, or maybe i died twice
Psst, but i'm too stubborn so i'm looking at god like
I ain't gon roll over, i ain't gon pass over
Ima keep rapping this bitch till the shows over
Then ima go over
I need like 4 or 5 more minutes
Matter fact everybody in attendance
Listen to everything that's in this sentence
I ain't gon leave this bitch until i'm finished
Okay
I was a hard headed, lil nappy haired young nigga
Coming out the north side
If you had a problem with a man, god don' gave you hands
Go and let them hoes fly
Like the chicken poppin out the pantry
I didn't give a fuck about a damn thing
We was whipping up and down them backstreets
It was taxing, everyday all day in a-
2001 camry
This is not a song, this a rap memoir
I'm giving y'all a peek into my real life
But i prolly shouldn't speak, less my hands too god and i
Pray my dawg, i ain't even got that much to say my dog
I know that this is really out the way my dawg
But them niggas really fucking with my pay my dawg
I ain't playing my dawg
Hey, move out the way
Tell me who we boutta make a fool out today
Man what you say
I ain't tryna politic with ya, i'm finna blow the roof out the place
Evacuate premises, i'm on 10 do you know who you messing with
This for y'all disrespecting my penmanship
Want the truth ay lil bitch this the genesis
Ain't no pretending this, nah
Nah, nah
I am who i am
I am who i am
I am who i am
I am who i am
*phone dial*
Come on, yon
My fault i missed ya call
Leave me a message tho ill prolly' get back to you
That nigga ain't answer the phone?
Come on, you know that man better than that
You know he ain't gon' answer no phone
Mr. hollywood
Come on bruh, aye!
Run up on a nigga if he feeling real bold
I can promise that you'll prolly never make it back home
We was on the project singing rap songs
Now i'm tryna give the youth something good to latch on
Lead not follow
I know that my glass half full
But you need to pour the whole damn bottle
Ima need about 5 more by tomorrow
I deserve a 5 day stay, monte carlo
Blaow!
The bullets are hollow
Just like your heart on the path that you follow
I know its simple to search in a bottle
To hide all your secrets, heal any grievance, settling beefs
Thats not your bravado
I already knew what you're destined to be
Your soul and your spirit in harmony now
One day the whole planet will finally see
Who i, am
I am who i am
I am who i am
I am who i am
I am who i am