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letra de i am - symba

[verse 1]
i had stepped on the scene
with a couple thousand dollars and a bag of clothes
i left northern california with a plan
to become the biggest rapper, come back and put everybody on
you see i thought that lack of money was the reason i was having trouble tryin’ to get to places i was trynna’ go
but honestly, it wasn’t money, it was me
believing i knew everything about everything i did know (woah)

[verse 2]
sometimes i wish i would’ve walked down a cerebral path
and thought about a better way to beat a n-gga’s ass
my еmotions is the homie that you can’t escapе
a troubled child
that you love enough to never hate (huh)
all a n-gga ever wanted was to rock shows, cop clothes, drive s50’s and knock hoes
before i had a rap check, boy i had a trap check
shout out to my va n-ggas gettin’ to the door
my idols was not drug dealers, or thug n-ggas
i was just somebody that hung with ’em
i wanted to be like a malcolm, a martin, a marvin, an artist
someone that sheds light without darkness… (huh)
someone that helps his community come up with a plan
and not take the shortcut through every circumstance
but i’m temptations biggest fan
it’s like the man i wanna be don’t get along with the n-gga i am
[bridge]
yeah
i am
flawed (and all)
yeah
it’s like the man i wanna be don’t get along with the n-gga i am

[interlude]
i know i ain’t the only one that go through that. where the person you wanna be, just can’t be in public

[verse 3]
look let’s take a blast to the past
when i met my n-gga cas
i had just dropped a tape the i thought was lit
i had a couple cool songs but i was singing on some records
he was looking at me like “what the f-ck is this?”
i tried to tell him, peoples tellin’ me that rap is dead
they rather hear something with melody instead
he shook his head and said “nah man, you better than that.”
instead of running from rap you gotta bring this sh-t back
see as a man, well… especially a black man
we wear so many different hats its hard for us to find ourselves
you a gangster in the streets, but you preachin’ for peace
got a smile tuck your chain, and hide your pride from police
i nearly lost everything that i love from drinkin’ liquor and bud
man, i done missed more shots than elmer fudd
i coulda done a song with a rapper we all love
but i was busy poppin’ bottles and kissin’ b-tches in clubs
i blame the way i grew up
i’m my daddy’s son
an infidelity baby, my father know i’m one
he did my mama wrong, but i would never notice nothing
that’s why i used to cheat a lot, cause i felt like i owe one
i tried not to follow his footsteps
i took a stance to treat my son’s mom right
with respect that she should demand
but, i am temptations biggest fan
it’s like the man i wanna be don’t get along with the n-gga i am

- symba

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