Who Am I
K Camp Feat. Yo Gotti Lyrics


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I ain't trying to impress nobody
Any nigga saying that they are the realest
Who the hell am I?

A lot of niggas saying that they are the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?
I hear these niggas out here talking like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't trying to impress nobody
I ain't trying to stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here saying they the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?

You the type to count a nigga pockets
You the type that can't keep his word
I'm the type to go smoke a blunt
And if I'm high enough I might sip the syrup
You ain't really who you say you is
Living life with that mask on when them hunger pains
I'll have a savage nigga running in your shit
With no mask on, and I'm past gone
Not fearing nobody from God, I speak this shit from my heart
Bitches and money tear niggas apart
I been this way from the start
Long road but I learned quick
You the type to always run yo mouth
Always talk about it but never earn shit
I'm on my bridge, never burn shit
Next to Diddy Kenny Burns shit
If you don't know you better learn quick
I hold my hundreds with a firm grip
Hold my hundreds with a firm grip
Always busy like the West End
Word out I'm the best in
Made the money counter my best friend

A lot of niggas saying that they are the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?
I hear these niggas out here talking like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't trying to impress nobody
I ain't trying to stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here saying they the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?

I'm just ridin' for my niggas
I'm down to die for my niggas
Put my niggas on game, how to cut up
These millions, anybody a hitter
Give them a mission and pistol
'Cause you come up and holla
That don't make you my nigga
How many niggas you owe, how many niggas you know
That was like brothers before, then fell out 'bout a ho
If I knew my nigga was getting high
Then he couldn't buy it from me
You my lil nigga, lil nigga money no value to me
I took lil Keion out the hood and changed his life foreal
Ask him you can post up on this hill or go to Beverly Hills
It's on you, if you ain't 'bout that action, why the fuck you lie?
If you the realest nigga, then who the fuck am I?

A lot of niggas saying that they are the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?
I hear these niggas out here talking like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't trying to impress nobody
I ain't trying to stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here saying they the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?

I'm the type to put my niggas on
I'm the type that want to see you rich
You the type to go blow your check
Just for Instagram and a sneaky bitch
I'm the type to pull off the lot
Then look at yo then say you can too
I can't wait for my nigga Bo
To bust down that block in a two door coupe
There go twelve, higher than I ever been
Mambo hide that scale
Bitch I been a heavyweight
You niggas too frail
You might break my heart
But you can't break this truth I tell
Real niggas do cry too
When my album drop, hope you buy two
When it's all done I'mma die true
I said real niggas do try to
Hella naked bitches playing Taboo
Done turned the mansion to a damn zoo

A lot of niggas saying that they are the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?
I hear these niggas out here talking like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't trying to impress nobody
I ain't trying to stress nobody




I hear these niggas out here saying they the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to K Camp and Yo Gotti's song Who Am I, seem to speak about the idea of authenticity or realness. The song is a commentary on how often individuals claim to be "the realest", but fail to live up to that label. The chorus implies a sense of confusion or insecurity around how to define oneself in comparison to others. K Camp and Yo Gotti both touch upon the idea that it's better to be true to oneself rather than attempting to live up to others' expectations or standards.


Throughout the verses, both rappers speak about the idea of knowing who one's allies and enemies are. They speak to the idea that those who attempt to impress others or appear tough or "real" may not necessarily be trustworthy individuals. The lyrics also highlight the idea that individuals who may be perceived as weaker or less visible, may actually be more honest, dependable, and real in one's life. Ultimately, the song speaks to the idea that authentic individuals, even when flawed, are more valuable than individuals who simply claim to be something they are not.


In summary, the song speaks about the idea of authenticity or "realness." K Camp and Yo Gotti both comment on the difficulty of knowing who is truly "real" and trustworthy. The song implies that individuals who try too hard to impress or appear tough, may not necessarily be real or honest, and that those who are authentic are more valuable than those who simply claim to be something they're not.



Line by Line Meaning

I ain't trying to impress nobody
I'm not interested in showing off to anyone


A lot of niggas saying that they are the realest But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?
Many people claim to be the most authentic, but if you are, then who am I?


I hear these niggas out here talking like they killers The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I hear guys bragging about being murderers, when in reality, they are afraid of dying themselves


I ain't trying to impress nobody I ain't trying to stress nobody I hear these niggas out here saying they the realest But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?
I'm not trying to put pressure on anyone or show off to anyone, despite others claiming to be the truest; however, if you are truly the best, then what am I?


You the type to count a nigga pockets You the type that can't keep his word I'm the type to go smoke a blunt And if I'm high enough I might sip the syrup
You are the kind of person who judges others' finances, while being untrue to their own promises. Meanwhile, I prefer smoking marijuana and might even add some drank when high enough.


You ain't really who you say you is Living life with that mask on when them hunger pains I'll have a savage nigga running in your shit With no mask on, and I'm past gone
You're not actually who you claim to be, living a false life to avoid dealing with the misery of poverty. I'll have a killer break into your house without hiding his face to confront you.


Not fearing nobody from God, I speak this shit from my heart Bitches and money tear niggas apart I been this way from the start
I don't fear God or anyone else, and these are my genuine thoughts. Women and money often lead people astray, but that's not me - I've always been true to myself.


Long road but I learned quick You the type to always run yo mouth Always talk about it but never earn shit I'm on my bridge, never burn shit
I have taken the road most traveled and learned from it quickly. However, you are the person who talks a big game but never delivers. I am successful but never burn my bridges.


If you don't know you better learn quick I hold my hundreds with a firm grip Hold my hundreds with a firm grip Always busy like the West End Word out I'm the best in Made the money counter my best friend
You need to catch up, as I have ensured I have control over my wealth. I have a tight grasp on my money at all times, and work hard like the busy West End. Rumors say I'm the best, as even my money counting machine is my loyal friend.


I'm just ridin' for my niggas I'm down to die for my niggas Put my niggas on game, how to cut up These millions, anybody a hitter
I'm supporting my guys and would even lay my life down for them. I've taught them the tricks to cut up and split our wealth, so anyone can hit a home run.


Give them a mission and pistol 'Cause you come up and holla That don't make you my nigga How many niggas you owe, how many niggas you know That was like brothers before, then fell out 'bout a ho
Once I give someone a task and a firearm, it doesn't automatically make them a friend. Plus, how many people do you owe or know that were like brothers before drama over a girl caused a falling out?.


If I knew my nigga was getting high Then he couldn't buy it from me You my lil nigga, lil nigga money no value to me I took lil Keion out the hood and changed his life foreal Ask him you can post up on this hill or go to Beverly Hills
If I learn that my friend is doing drugs, he cannot get them from me. To me, young friends' money is not as valuable as their futures, which I try to make better. For instance, Keion can hang with me in the luxurious Beverly Hills.


It's on you, if you ain't 'bout that action, why the fuck you lie? If you the realest nigga, then who the fuck am I?
The choice is yours, if you're not willing to take risks, why do you pretend to? If you are the most authentic person, then who does that make me in comparison?


I'm the type to put my niggas on I'm the type that want to see you rich You the type to go blow your check Just for Instagram and a sneaky bitch
I'm the guy who wants to help my friends succeed and become wealthy. You, on the other hand, only waste your money on social media and shady women.


I'm the type to pull off the lot Then look at yo then say you can too I can't wait for my nigga Bo To bust down that block in a two door coupe
I'm the person who buys a new car and tells you to do the same. I can't wait for my friend, Bo, to cruise the streets in his coupe.


There go twelve, higher than I ever been Mambo hide that scale Bitch I been a heavyweight You niggas too frail You might break my heart But you can't break this truth I tell
The police are near, and I'm as high as ever. Hide the weighing scale so we don't get caught. I've always been one of the best, and you guys are too weak to compare. You may hurt me , but you can't suppress the truth I'm revealing.


Real niggas do cry too When my album drop, hope you buy two When it's all done I'mma die true I said real niggas do try to Hella naked bitches playing Taboo Done turned the mansion to a damn zoo
Even authentic people cry. I hope you purchase two copies of my album after it drops. In the end, I'll die true to myself. I remain genuine even surrounded by nude women playing a game. My mansion has become a wild zoo.




Lyrics © THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, MARIO SENTELL GIDEN, LELAND CLOPTON, JEREMIAH RENALDO BETHEA

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Mike Massiotte

you may break my heart but you can't break this truth I tell... so sick dude.

Paula Paradise

Real
I'm a 55 yr old Italian female with biracial grown kids and I rock this on the regular

Nikole Fourhorns

Mike Massiotte love that part

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Rolan

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