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Who i is

This is who I is (Who I is)
I just wanna live my life and do my biz (Do my biz)
And being comfortable is how I choose to live (Choose to live)
I roll a blunt and light it (Light it)
Roll a blunt and light it
R-r-roll a blunt and light it
This is who I is

Cam been rolling blunts 'fore we're old enough
But we're still holding up (up)
Frozen North Dakota not as cold as us
Never sobered up, still tryna catch a buzz
Now find us in the cut cut cut, ouch
We're still moving up up up, down
That's how I keep the devil in his hole
Me and Cam I make two hundred seven in a row, wow
This is who I been since I been who I been
I open doors like Morrison, that's my aura Jim
I'm not tryna link or tryna build (I'm good)
Tryna get the coin, I'm climbing hills (Waggle)
I'm not tryna stress, I'm tryna chill
No ice on my mouth but I got burgers on the grill
Plus I got the juice like Tropicana
I don't cock the hammer, "Pop a Xan" is propaganda
Oh who I? Who I? I been here so long, I'm not no new guy, new guy
My DJ plug into the D-I-E-I, ándele summertime T-I-T-I
I'm just tryna chill in the peace time me time and do it B-I-G
These eyes need visine
Started in the basement not no Filene's
I just had to go put up the rock for my team
Started free lunch, no G's in my jeans
I can only go and tell you 'bout the shit that I've seen
The best is I first saw this shit in my dreams
Get the cash and Cam, my scheme Siamese
In the whip with IV you can find me
Green tea, take out, Tuesday, chinese

This is who I is
I just wanna live my life and do my biz
And being comfortable is how I choose to live
I roll a blunt and light it
Roll a blunt and light it
R-r-roll a blunt and light it
This is

If you know what's up, you 'gon roll a dutch
Lay-laying in the cub while I hold my nuts
Like a kosher deli got the coldest cuts
Pastrami on rye whatchu holdin' up?
Wa-want carbs low better trash the reuben
Want R's rolled better pass the cuban
Want heads being like "that's the new shit"
While bitches in the club shaking asses to it
Blast my music let it rock right now
If that's some true shit, I'ma jot that down
Say you can't make it from a small ass town
Homie, I'm recording at my spot right now
Got that sound, bump it loud
Man, it's off the stage how I jump in crowds
Got my momma feeling something proud
Man, I'm so high it's like I'm humping clouds
Fucking dump 'em out, pull 'em down
The rate that I'm going, ain't no slowing down
Love making music and zoning out
But I hate the game and never show a frown
You grab the mic with your stolen sound
Sound like every other Joe in town
Acting like a boss how you roll around
Dawg you lost, fucking homeward bound
I bless a track with nothing less than facts
Underground cats think that success is wack
I need distribution music pressed on wax
I need checks and plaques and some extra stacks
Need to make a hit then make another hit again
Taking how I'm living and make it into dividends
Rap for fun, I never ask for money
Don't know who it is, better ask somebody

This is who I is
I just wanna live my life and do my biz
And being comfortable is how I choose to live
I roll a blunt and light it
Roll a blunt and light it
R-r-roll a blunt and light it
This is

Bum bum, and just pull it all the way out
I alwasy put the guts right back in cause it keeps everything moist
So you don't lose all the moisture in your backwoods that you're gonna roll later
Alright, usually I-