Who Am I by King F.A.M.E. Lyrics
[Hook]
Who am I? (x2)
It’s K I N G F. A. M. E
To this grind I’m dedicated
Who am I?
It’s K I N G F. A. M. E
To this grind I’m dedicated
(It’s F., A., M., E.)
[Verse 1]
That’s a hell of a question
Let me give you a second (I’ll wait)
Go and take a few guesses
You’re just trying to stay relevant
In the club, getting hella bent
The streets made me a monster
And my balls, is as an elephant’s (Ra!)
Oh, you ain’t figured it out yet?
I’m dumb fly, like a scarecrow (get it?)
You ain’t feeling my outfit? (how?)
This music’s my outlet
My niggas, they call me the plug
I’ve been hot since the outset
All the women are showing me love
You don’t hear them screaming?
In their jeans they’re creaming
They’re fiending for the semen (Ra!)
You might think I’m dreaming
The Bull City is my home
I throw it up like Willie Beamen (bluh!)
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
(It’s F., A., M., E.)
I’m the king of my home state
I can go to your city
And your name don’t even hold weight
I’m the man out where I be at
Riding around, my seat back
Up front row at the MEAC
With my feet up, trying to relax (Ra!)
I thank a lot for the feedback
This hate is gas and I need that
I used to eat off these weed packs
Now I’m grinding these SESECs
My hater’s crying that he’s back
Believe that
I spit my life on these tracks
My next stop’s magazine racks
A lot of time has elapsed
Don’t bother, call Alonzo
My show price’s up to three stacks
And my bodyguard’s here
And best believe that he’s strapped
So break bad if you want to
And get popped in your knee caps
Ease back
[Hook]
Who am I? (x2)
It’s K I N G F. A. M. E
To this grind I’m dedicated
Who am I?
It’s K I N G F. A. M. E
To this grind I’m dedicated
(It’s F., A., M., E.)
[Verse 1]
That’s a hell of a question
Let me give you a second (I’ll wait)
Go and take a few guesses
You’re just trying to stay relevant
In the club, getting hella bent
The streets made me a monster
And my balls, is as an elephant’s (Ra!)
Oh, you ain’t figured it out yet?
I’m dumb fly, like a scarecrow (get it?)
You ain’t feeling my outfit? (how?)
This music’s my outlet
My niggas, they call me the plug
I’ve been hot since the outset
All the women are showing me love
You don’t hear them screaming?
In their jeans they’re creaming
They’re fiending for the semen (Ra!)
You might think I’m dreaming
The Bull City is my home
I throw it up like Willie Beamen (bluh!)
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
(It’s F., A., M., E.)
I’m the king of my home state
I can go to your city
And your name don’t even hold weight
I’m the man out where I be at
Riding around, my seat back
Up front row at the MEAC
With my feet up, trying to relax (Ra!)
I thank a lot for the feedback
This hate is gas and I need that
I used to eat off these weed packs
Now I’m grinding these SESECs
My hater’s crying that he’s back
Believe that
I spit my life on these tracks
My next stop’s magazine racks
A lot of time has elapsed
Don’t bother, call Alonzo
My show price’s up to three stacks
And my bodyguard’s here
And best believe that he’s strapped
So break bad if you want to
And get popped in your knee caps
Ease back
[Hook]