Type I Am QUE.

[Verse 1]
Sending butt naked pictures of my ex to my
Uncle fresh up out the joint
12 years gone, now my nigga home
On the same shit, I can hear it in his voice
Itching to go and get it, tryna flex on his ex bitch
Told him I don’t see the point
It’s already crystal clear that she ain’t shit
Cause if she was she would’ve waited but she had a baby boy
I told him fuck that bitch, she's in the Taurus
We gone go and hit the lot and cop the new Rolls Royce
Slip her a band every now and then, told him play it like a boss
We gone go and get the pistol, [?] joy
Then when them six months over at the halfway house
I'ma move you to the A and I'ma have you a house
So you ain’t got to worry about stacking you an ounce
Tell em your nephew had you if they ask you about it

[Chorus]
That’s the type of nigga I am, that’s the type of nigga I am
That’s the type of nigga I am, that’s the type of nigga I am
That’s the type of nigga I am, that’s the type of nigga I am
That’s the type of nigga I am, that’s just the type of nigga I am

[Verse 2]
I bumped my head and burned my hand back in high school
Had some pussy niggas in my crew
True color showed when the pressure came on
Had a homie fall victim to a Jew
Caught a first degree assault charge, lost some scholarships
And even worse they had me on breaking news
I was facing three years and I probably would of did the whole three
If I wasn’t with Al Farouq
So put the blame on Que, make him seem like the bad guy
They turned a homie to an opp
Like he wasn’t in my crib eating
Going weeks at a time in the same dirty ass socks
Kima treat em like her own son, he lucky I ain’t snapped
Fuck around and get his big ass popped
Letting them Wake Forest coaches do him like a robot
And I still was hoping he made it straight to the top
'Cause at the end of the day