Who I Am

I came from rags I never came from riches Now I'm cashin' checks I couldn't get by wishin' Blood Sweat cnd tears Drivin' me so psychotic Now I'm cursin' out the bank tellers Not my friends for bein' selfish Like Oh Do you even fuckin' know who I am? (Do ya? Oh) Oh Don't you ever sing with dirt on your hands? (Oh, wow, huh?) I wanted fame I'm finally gettin' bitches My brother's proud I finally bought him an cston Now I can say I called it Now my friend's regret is strong Now the cops are on my ex's ass Nobody even knows my mom Oh Do you even fuckin' know who I am? (Do ya?) Oh Don't you ever sing with dirt on your hands? Oh Do you even fuckin' know who I am? (Do ya?) Oh Don't you ever sing with dirt on your Sing with dirt on your hands! Oh Do you even fuckin' know who I am? (Do ya?) Oh Don't you ever sing with dirt on your hands? Oh Sing with dirt on your hands! Oh Do you even fuckin' know who I am? (Do ya?) Oh Don't you ever sing with dirt on your hands? Oh