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Who I Am Video (MV)




Performed By: Grim Chiefa
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Zachary Byrd




Grim Chiefa - Who I Am Lyrics
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I don't need a reason to be who I am
Don't care if they believe me I love who I am
Lately these scars ain't been bleeding got through the jam
I got even with my lows balance beam going ghost tho
Some people shady so I stay up in the trees cant be that low
The world turned me to a beast I need sedatives to keep my at low
Can't let a jive bitch f*ck up my bankroll, momma ain't raise no fool
I be higher than a bitch even my dad know
I just f*cked a bitch and ate pistachios
I be tacky round the crib I give a f*ck ain't taking photos
I ain't posing on the gram, I might pop another xan
Yea I cope and cope again, I need to focus on my lows tho
Pitfalls be f*cking me up
Hate stalling want to be numb
I call but never enough
Mind jogging I gotta run
I don't need a reason to be who I am
Don't care if they believe me I love who I am
Lately these scars ain't been bleeding got through the jam
I got even with my lows balance beam going ghost tho
Some people shady so I stay up in the trees cant be that low
The world turned me to a beast I need sedatives to keep my at low
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English

I don't need a reason to be who I am
Don't care if they believe me I love who I am
Lately these scars ain't been bleeding got through the jam
I got even with my lows balance beam going ghost tho
Some people shady so I stay up in the trees cant be that low
The world turned me to a beast I need sedatives to keep my at low
Can't let a jive bitch f*ck up my bankroll, momma ain't raise no fool
I be higher than a bitch even my dad know
I just f*cked a bitch and ate pistachios
I be tacky round the crib I give a f*ck ain't taking photos
I ain't posing on the gram, I might pop another xan
Yea I cope and cope again, I need to focus on my lows tho
Pitfalls be f*cking me up
Hate stalling want to be numb
I call but never enough
Mind jogging I gotta run
I don't need a reason to be who I am
Don't care if they believe me I love who I am
Lately these scars ain't been bleeding got through the jam
I got even with my lows balance beam going ghost tho
Some people shady so I stay up in the trees cant be that low
The world turned me to a beast I need sedatives to keep my at low
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Writer: Zachary Byrd
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